He knows it all already; but that is one of Ill-pause's sophistries still in your heart.

Tell your Father it all.

Tell Him how many years it is.

Tell Him all that you so well remember over all those wild, miserable, mad, remorseful years.

Tell Him that you have not had one really happy, one really satisfied day all those years, and tell Him that you have spent all, and are now no longer a young man; youth and health and self-respect and self-command are all gone, till you are a shipwreck rather than a man.