"Not many things. Later, you will regret some things you have not done—very few you have."
"I have been reading metaphysics lately, and, it seems, one could reason one's self into believing nothing is real. One of my books said the ancient Cynic philosophers doubted for the sake of investigation and the moderns investigate for the sake of doubting. What does it all mean?"
He began stroking Roy's ears. He had put his dear black-and-tan head on Antony's knee.
"It means a great many words. Do not trouble your wise head about it. The world is a pleasant enough place if you can pay your bills and have a fair digestion—eh, Roy? Bones are good things, aren't they, old fellow?"
"You, at all events, are never serious," and I laughed.
"I will tell you about that when you come to Dane Mount."
"I wish you could have got Lady Tilchester to go, then. I do like her so much. She has been very kind to me. It would give me pleasure to see her."
"She is a delightful woman."
"She told me how long she had known you—since her wedding-day, I think she said—and, oh, lots of things about you. She seemed—"
He moved his arm suddenly.