Ralph had drawn nearer to the bed; he sat leaning forward with his hand on his father＇s. "You had better select a brighter topic."
"You were always bright; I used to be proud of your brightness. I should like so much to think you＇d do something."
"If you leave us," said Ralph, "I shall do nothing but miss you."
"That＇s just what I don＇t want; it＇s what I want to talk about. You must get a new interest."
"I don＇t want a new interest, daddy. I have more old ones than I know what to do with."