'What! be a -- --' 'Tailor!' The word did not sting her tongue.
'I?
Oh, that's quite impossible!' said Evan.

And visions of leprosy, and Rose shrinking her skirts from contact with him, shadowed out and away in his mind.
'Understand your choice!' Mrs.Mel imperiously spoke.

'What are brains given you for?
To be played the fool with by idiots and women?
You have L5000 to pay to save your father from being called a rogue.

You can only make the money in one way, which is open to you.

This business might produce a thousand pounds a-year and more.