This had been helped on by culture, and--in a still greater measure--by the odd training in worldliness which he had from Everard.

His illusions were shattered ere he had cut his wisdom teeth, thanks to the tutelage of Sir Richard, who in giving him the ugly story of his own existence, taught him the misanthropical lesson that all men are knaves, all women fools.

He developed, as a consequence, that sardonic outlook upon the world.

He sought to take vos non vobis for his motto, affected to a spectator in the theatre of Life, with the obvious result that he became the greatest actor of them all.
So we find him even now, his main emotion pity for Sir Richard, who sat silent for some moments, reviewing that thirty-year dead past, until the tears scalded his old eyes.

The baronet made a queer noise in his throat, something between a snarl and a sob, and he flung himself suddenly back in his chair.
Justin sat down, a becoming gravity in his countenance.