Then, too, with a frankness not common among born brothers, the Frenchman had associated him in all his labors for the revolution in the science of artillery--the greatest since Bacon discovered gunpowder.

All that he was, he owed to the man before him.
"Believe me, father," he said, earnestly, "I esteem and venerate you!" "And yet you keep secrets from me!" reproached Clemenceau.
"I--I have no secrets." "I see you are too serious." "I am only sorrowful--sorrowful at quitting you." "Why should you do it, I repeat ?" "I am never merry--happiness is not my portion," faltered Antonino, not knowing what answer to make.
"That's nothing.

Better now than later! At your age, unhappiness is easily borne--it is only what the sporting gentlemen call a preliminary canter.

Wait till you come to the actual race!" "I am not fit to dwell with others--with grave, earnest men; I am too nervous and impressionable." "Because you come of an excitable race, and your childhood was passed in too deep poverty.

You will grow out of all that, gradually.