“But otherwise,” suggested Lightwood, “there might be a degree of sameness in the life.”
“I have thought of that also,” said Eugene, as if he really had been considering the subject in its various bearings with an eye to the business; “but it would be a defined and limited monotony. It would not extend beyond two people. Now, it’s a question with me, Mortimer, whether a monotony defined with that precision and limited to that extent, might not be more endurable than the unlimited monotony of one’s fellow-creatures.”
As Lightwood laughed and passed the wine, he remarked, “We shall have an opportunity, in our boating summer, of trying the question.”
“An imperfect one,” Eugene acquiesced, with a sigh, “but so we shall. I hope we may not prove too much for one another.”
“Now, regarding your respected father,” said