air will see me through next season. I don't
suppose I shall hunt above four days, and I have some by me."

Some by him! There must be drawers full of them,--presses full of
them, chests full of them! Waddle, the melancholy and suspicious
Waddle, was sure that their customer was playing them false,--raising
money on the garments as soon as they were sent to him; but he did
not dare to say anything of this after the snubbing which he had
already received. If old Neefit chose to be done by a dishonest young
man it was nothing to him. But in truth Waddle did not understand men
as well as did his master;--and then he knew nothing of his master's
ambitious hopes.

"The bishops came out very strong last night;--didn't they?" said
Ralph, in the outer shop.

"Very strong, indeed, Mr. Newton;--very strong."

"But, after all, they're nothing but a pack of old women."

"That's about what they are, Mr. Newton."

"Not but what we must have a Church, I suppose."

"We should do very badly without a Church, Mr. Newton. At least that
is my opinion." Then Ralph left the shop, and the breeches-maker
bowed him out of the door.

"Fifty thousand pounds!" said Ralph Newton to himself, as he walked
into Bond Street and down to his club. When a man is really rich
rumour always increases his money,--and rumour had doubled the
fortune which Mr. Neefit had already amassed. "That means two
thousand a year; and the girl herself is so pretty, that upon my
honour I don't know which is the prettier,--she or Clary. But fancy
old Neefit for one's father-in-law! Everybody is doing it now; but I
don't think I'd do it for ten times the money. The fact is, one has
got to get used to these things, and I am not used to it yet. I soon
shall be,--or to something worse." Such was the nature of Ralph's
thoughts as he walked away from Mr. Neefit's house to his club.

Mr. Neefit, as he went home, had his speculations also. In making
breeches he was perfect, and in putting together money he had proved
himself to be an adept. But as to the use of his money, he was quite
as much at a loss as he would have been had he tried to wear the
garments for which he measured his customers so successfully. He
had almost realised the truth that from that money he himself could
extract, for himself, but little delight beyond that which arose
simply from the possession. Holidays destroyed him. Even a day
at home at Hendon, other than Sunday, was almost more than he
could