"It does not even enter your head to regret my return from the dead?"
"Apache!" I exclaimed.
He chuckled to himself.
"I fear," said he, "that you are of too refined a nature for this hard
world. I predict that before you come to the age of thirty you will be
aweary of its cruelty--always understanding when I say world that I mean
the men in the world. I have to thank you for not suggesting that that
was the way in which I used the word. It wearies me to have the obvious
always iterated in my ears. So you feel no hankerings to see me dead?"