He is intent upon various new expenses,--horses, and carriages, and lavish appearances of all kinds.

He must be stopped somehow." "You mean that you can't accept--" "How can I ?" I interposed, as Herbert paused.

"Think of him! Look at him!" An involuntary shudder passed over both of us.
"Yet I am afraid the dreadful truth is, Herbert, that he is attached to me, strongly attached to me.

Was there ever such a fate!" "My poor dear Handel," Herbert repeated.
"Then," said I, "after all, stopping short here, never taking another penny from him, think what I owe him already! Then again: I am heavily in debt,--very heavily for me, who have now no expectations,--and I have been bred to no calling, and I am fit for nothing." "Well, well, well!" Herbert remonstrated.

"Don't say fit for nothing." "What am I fit for?
I know only one thing that I am fit for, and that is, to go for a soldier.