You threw away your life for him! Bah! But you seem sane enough!" The prime minister concluded with his rough burr; and Armitage laughed outright.
"Why the devil don't you go to Vienna and set yourself up like a gentleman ?" demanded the premier.
"Like a gentleman ?" repeated Armitage.

"It is too late.

I should die in Vienna in a week.

Moreover, I _am_ dead, and it is well, when one has attained that beatific advantage, to stay dead." "Francis is a troublesome blackguard," declared the old man.

"I wish to God _he_ would form the dying habit, so that I might have a few years in peace; but he is forever turning up in some mischief.