Why don't you mix in society like other young men?
Why don't you frequent the coffee-houses and go to a dance occasionally?
Why, you slave away like a street-porter! Young blood needs relaxation." "Oh, I am all right.

My dear uncle, you are very kind, but you worry about me more than I deserve." "That is my duty, my dear nephew.

Don't you know that your poor father confided you to my care on his death-bed, bade me be a father to you.
Don't you remember ?" "I do," replied the young man, and catching hold of his guardian's hand he pressed it, murmuring in a scarcely audible voice: "You have indeed been a second father to me!" But Mr.Sipos tore his hand passionately from the young man's grasp and said in a somewhat rougher tone: "But suppose your dead father were to say: 'That is not true! You have _not_ watched over my son as a father should! You have lightly left him to himself.

He was in danger and you were unaware of it.

He hovered on the edge of the abyss and you were blind and saw nothing.