"Why, that's the wonder! I never pay the two hundred a year, and you keep all this state up upon nothing.

Give me your secret, O you young Trismegistus! Tell your old father how such wonders can be worked, and I will--yes, then, upon my word, I will--pay you your two hundred a year!" "Enfin, my lord," says Mr.Deuceace, starting up, and losing all patience, "will you have the goodness to tell me what this visit means?
You leave me to starve, for all you care; and you grow mighty facetious because I earn my bread.

You find me in prosperity, and--" "Precisely, my boy; precisely.

Keep your temper, and pass that bottle.
I find you in prosperity; and a young gentleman of your genius and acquirements asks me why I seek your society?
Oh, Algernon! Algernon! this is not worthy of such a profound philosopher.

WHY do I seek you?
Why, because you ARE in prosperity, O my son! else, why the devil should I bother my self about you?
Did I, your poor mother, or your family, ever get from you a single affectionate feeling?
Did we, or any other of your friends or intimates, ever know you to be guilty of a single honest or generous action?
Did we ever pretend any love for you, or you for us?
Algernon Deuceace, you don't want a father to tell you that you are a swindler and a spendthrift! I have paid thousands for the debts of yourself and your brothers; and, if you pay nobody else, I am determined you shall repay me.