I have grown old before my time.

I have gotten so that things have lost their taste to me; I have done things that I never dreamed I would do to accomplish it.

I have lost the power to sleep working for it, and when you came I thought I would have my reward in you.

I have not only never stinted you, but I have lavished money on you as if I was the richest man in New York.

I wanted you to have advantages that I never had: as good as Norman Wentworth or any one else.