"Well, you mustn＇t abuse my legs," said the old man. "I guess they are as good as yours."
"Oh, you＇re perfectly free to abuse mine," his son replied, giving him his tea.
"Well, we＇re two lame ducks; I don＇t think there＇s much difference."
"I＇m much obliged to you for calling me a duck. How＇s your tea?"
"Well, it＇s rather hot."
"That＇s intended to be a merit."
"Ah, there＇s a great deal of merit," murmured the old man, kindly. "He＇s a very good nurse, Lord Warburton."