I don't know any fellow who has been more into society, and therefore you are exactly the man to live alone for the rest of your life.

You've always worked hard, I will say that for you;--and therefore you're just the man to be contented with idleness.

You've always been ambitious and self-confident, and therefore it will suit you to a T, to be nobody and to do nothing." Arthur sat silent, smoking his pipe with all his might, and his brother continued,--"Besides,--you read sometimes, I fancy." "I should read all the more." "Very likely.

But what you have read, in the old plays, for instance, must have taught you that when a man is cut up about a woman,--which I suppose is your case just at present,--he never does get over it.

He never gets all right after a time,--does he?
Such a one had better go and turn monk at once, as the world is over for him altogether;--isn't it?
Men don't recover after a month or two, and go on just the same.