s when one man throws away forty thousand a year on race-courses."

"When you make much water boil, Mr. Thwaite, some of it will probably
boil over. When two men run a race, some strength must be wasted in
fruitless steps beyond the goal. It is the fault of many patriotic
men that, in their desire to put down the evils which exist they will
see only the power that is wasted, and have no eyes for the good work
done. The subject is so large that I should like to discuss it with
you when we have more time. For the present let me beg of you, for
your own sake as well as for her who is to be your wife, that you
will not repudiate civility offered to you by her family. It will
show a higher manliness in you to go among them, and accept among
them the position which your wife's wealth and your own acquirements
will give you, than to stand aloof moodily because they are
aristocrats."

"You can make yourself understood when you speak, Sir William."

"I am glad to hear you say so," said the lawyer, smiling.

"I cannot, and so you have the best of me. But you can't make me like
a lord, or think that a young man ought to wear a silk gown."

"I quite agree with you that the silk gowns should be kept for their
elders," and so the conversation was ended.

Daniel Thwaite had not been made to like a lord, but the eloquence
of the urbane lawyer was not wasted on him. Thinking of it all as he
wandered alone through the streets, he began to believe that it would
be more manly to do as he was advised than to abstain because the
doing of the thing would in itself be disagreeable to him. On the
following day, Lady Anna was with him as usual; for the pretext of
his wound still afforded to her the means of paying to him those
daily visits which in happier circumstances he would naturally have
paid to her. "Would you like to go to Yoxham?" he said. She looked
wistfully up into his face. With her there was a real wish that the
poles might be joined together by her future husband. She had found,
as she had thought of it, that she could not make herself either
happy or contented except by marrying him, but it had not been
without regret that she had consented to destroy altogether the link
which bound her to the noble blood of the Lovels. She had been made
to appreciate the sweet flavour of aristocratic influences, and now
that the Lovels were willing to receive her in spite of her marriage,
she was more than willing to accept their offered f