Thereupon they were all moved to pity about the little boy, and they remembered seeing him at the races.

Oh, it was a wretchedly sickly baby; it looked so old and so sad.

In fact, it was one of those poor brats who never asked to be born! "He's happier under the ground," said Blanche.
"Bah, and so's she!" added Caroline.

"Life isn't so funny!" In that gloomy room melancholy ideas began to take possession of their imaginations.

They felt frightened.