It is a lesson to you.

Fill yours, Ned.' 'It is a lesson,' returned his son, 'by which I hope I may never profit, and if years and experience impress it on--' 'Don't say on the heart,' interposed his father.
'On men whom the world and its hypocrisy have spoiled,' said Edward warmly, 'Heaven keep me from its knowledge.' 'Come, sir,' returned his father, raising himself a little on the sofa, and looking straight towards him; 'we have had enough of this.

Remember, if you please, your interest, your duty, your moral obligations, your filial affections, and all that sort of thing, which it is so very delightful and charming to reflect upon; or you will repent it.' 'I shall never repent the preservation of my self-respect, sir,' said Edward.

'Forgive me if I say that I will not sacrifice it at your bidding, and that I will not pursue the track which you would have me take, and to which the secret share you have had in this late separation tends.' His father rose a little higher still, and looking at him as though curious to know if he were quite resolved and earnest, dropped gently down again, and said in the calmest voice--eating his nuts meanwhile, 'Edward, my father had a son, who being a fool like you, and, like you, entertaining low and disobedient sentiments, he disinherited and cursed one morning after breakfast.

The circumstance occurs to me with a singular clearness of recollection this evening.