In short, I wish you would do something.

Do you think about it; and then some day speak to me again." Jeffrey, as he left his cousin with a cheque for L500 in his waist-coat pocket, thought that the interview which had at one time taken important dimensions, had not been concluded altogether satisfactorily.

A seat in Parliament! Yes, indeed! If his cousin would so far use his political, monetary, or ducal interest as to do that for him;--as to give him something of the status properly belonging to the younger son of the House, then indeed life would have some charms for him! But as for the farm in Scotland, or a desk at an office in London,--his own New Zealand plan would be better than those.

And then as he went along of course he bethought himself that it might be his lot yet to die, and at least to be buried, in the purple, as a Duke of Omnium.

If so, certainly it would be his duty to prepare another heir, and leave a duke behind him,--if it were possible.
"Are you going to ride with us after lunch ?" said Lady Glencora to him as he strolled into the drawing-room.
"No," said Jeffrey; "I'm going to study." "To do what ?" said Lady Glencora.
"To study;--or rather I shall spend to-day in sitting down and considering what I will study.