I put no stock in it; besides, it's such beastly fag; and then, you get your hands dirty.

So now I'm reading for the Bar; and if only my coach can put me up to tips enough to dodge the examiners, I expect to be called some time next summer." "And when you have failed for everything ?" I inquired, just to test his sense of humour.
He swallowed it like a roach.

"Oh, when I've failed for everything, I shall stick up to the Guv'nor.

Hang it all, a GENTLEMAN can't be expected to earn his own livelihood.

England's going to the dogs, that's where it is; no snug little sinecures left for chaps like you and me; all this beastly competition.