His very profession puts a thousand opportunities in his way." "That is true; but--" "But what ?" "I am not fond of the profession.

I have never liked it.

I would give much to relinquish it altogether." Dalrymple gave utterance to a prolonged and very dismal whistle.
"This," said he gravely, "is the most serious part of the business.

To live in a dull place is bad enough--to live with dull people is bad enough; but to have one's thoughts perpetually occupied with an uncongenial subject, and one's energies devoted to an uncongenial pursuit, is just misery, and nothing short of it! In fact 'tis a moral injustice, and one that no man should be required to endure." "Yet I must endure it." "Why ?" "Because it is too late to do otherwise." "It is never too late to repair an evil, or an error." "Unless the repairing of it involved a worse evil, or a more fatal error! No--I must not dream now of turning aside from the path that has been chosen for me.

Too much time and too much money have been given to the thing for that;--I must let it take its course.