A moment he gazed, then hastened to seize the coveted place before a new detachment of bores arrived.
Bores with sad stories of unappreciated lives and fond hopes unrealized, never broke in upon his peace.
'I hardly ever take breakfast, sir,' he replied, with his head thrown back in an easy-chair. 'I find it bores me.'
He thinks me crazy, but so do others; I know that my conversation bores him, he always tries to get away from me, yet somehow it seems to me that I do like him.'