Live on my money, I suppose, and on that of my respected aunt after her lamented decease which, although I see no signs of it, she tells me she considers imminent." "I don't wonder, Arthur, with you hanging about the house.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

A man is made to work his way through the world, not to idle." "Like a beetle boring through wood, not like a butterfly flitting over flowers; that's what you mean, isn't it?
Well, butterflies are nicer than beetles, and some of us like flowers better than dead wood.

But, I say, old chap, do you mean it ?" "I do, and so does your aunt." "Let us waive my aunt.

Like the poor she is always with us, and I, alas! am well acquainted with her views, which are those of a past epoch.