"Yes, that's the bore of comfort," said Lord Warburton. "We only know when we are uncomfortable."
"It strikes me that we are rather particular," said his companion.
"Oh yes, there is no doubt we're particular," Lord Warburton murmured.
And then the three men remained silent a while; the two younger ones standing looking down at the other, who presently asked for more tea.
"I should think you would be very unhappy with that shawl," said Lord Warburton, while his companion filled the old man's cup again.
"Oh no, he must have the shawl!" cried the gentleman in the velvet coat." Don't put such ideas as that into his head."
"It belongs to my wife," said the old man, simply.
"Oh, if it's for sentimental reasons" And Lord Warburton made a gesture of apology.
"I suppose I must give it to her when she comes," the old man went on.
"You will please to do nothing of the kind. You will keep it to cover your poor old legs."
"Well, you mustn't abuse my legs," said the old man." "I guess they are as good as yours."
"Oh, you are perfectly free to abuse mine," his son replied, giving him his tea.
"Well, we are two lame ducks; I don't think there is much difference."
"I am much obliged to you for calling me a duck. How is your tea?"
"Well, it's rather hot."
"That's intended to be a merit."
"Ah, there's a great deal of merit," murmured the old man, kindly. "He's a very good nurse, Lord Warburton."
"Isn't he a bit clumsy?" asked his lordship.
"Oh no, he's not clumsyconsidering that he's an invalid himself. He's a very good nursefor a sick-nurse. I call him my sick-nurse because he's sick himself"
"Oh, come, daddy!" the ugly young man exclaimed.
"Well, you are; I wish you weren't. But I suppose you can't help it."
"I might try: that's an idea," said the young man.
"Were you ever sick, Lord Warburton?" his father asked. Lord Warburton considered a moment.
