We are crossing the bridge of credit.

Before people know that we have been living up to our incomes--quite up, father dear"-- Mr.Newt frowned an entire assent--"we have plenty of money!" "How, in Heaven's name!" cried Boniface Newt, springing up, and in so loud a tone that the clerks looked in from the outer office.
"By my marriage," returned Abel, quietly.
"With whom ?" asked Mr.Newt, earnestly.
"With an heiress." "What's her name ?" "Just what I am trying to find out," replied Abel, lightly, as he threw his cigar away.

"And now I put it to you, father, as a man of the world and a sensible, sagacious, successful merchant, am I not more likely to meet and marry such a girl, if I live generously in society, than if I shut myself up to be a mere dig ?" Mr.Newt was not sure.

Perhaps it was so.

Upon the whole, it probably was so.
Mr.Abel did not happen to suggest to his father that, for the purpose of marrying an heiress, if he should ever chance to be so fortunate as to meet one, and, having met her, to become enamored so that he might be justified in wooing her for his wife--that for all these contingencies it was a good thing for a young man to have a regular business connection and apparent employment--and very advantageous, indeed, that that connection should be with a man so well known in commercial and fashionable circles as his father.