Never mind! I wish you joy all the same." Beaucourt was not unworthy of the friendship he had inspired.

"I should be ungrateful indeed," he said, "if I didn't tell you what my object is.
You know that I am poor ?" "The only poor friend of mine," Dick remarked, "who has never borrowed money of me." Beaucourt went on without noticing this.

"I have three expensive tastes," he said.

"I want to get into Parliament; I want to have a yacht; I want to collect pictures.

Add, if you like, the selfish luxury of helping poverty and wretchedness, and hearing my conscience tell me what an excellent man I am.