Don't you say a word to Henry.

He thinks that my mind is as sound as a new acorn, but it isn't." "I won't--but, by the way, he is young; why don't you advise him to kill himself ?" The old fellow flounced off the sofa and stood bulging his eyes at DeGolyer.
"Don't you ever say such a thing as that again!" he snorted.

"Why, confound your hide! would you have that boy dead ?" DeGolyer threw down his pen.

"No, I would have him live forever in his thoughtless and beautiful paradise; I would not pull him down to the thoughtful man's hell of self-communion." "Look here, young man, you must have a history." "No, simply an ill-written essay." "Who was your father ?" "A fool." "Ah, I grant you.

And who was your mother ?" "An angel." "No, sir, she--I beg your pardon," the old man quickly added.