Let me just say this: you rightly doubt whether you should call yourself unlucky.

If, as I can imagine, the daughter of Dr.Derwent is a girl worth your homage, nothing better could have befallen you than this discovery of your 'ideal.' Whether you will be faithful to be faithful to it, the gods alone know.

If you _can_ be, even for a few years of youth, so much the happier and nobler your lot! "Work at money-making, then.

And, as I catch a glimmer of your meaning in this resolve, I will tell you something for your comfort.

If you hold on at commerce, and verily make way, and otherwise approve yourself what I think you, I promise that you shall not lack advancement.