But what boots all my energy and perseverance?
What though I place my friends' money, my family's money, my own money--my hopes, wishes, desires, ambitions--all upon this enterprise?
You young men will not do so.

You, whom I treat with love and confidence as my children, make no return to me.

When I toil, you remain still; when I struggle, you look on.

Say the word at once,--you doubt me! O heavens, that this should be the reward of all my care and love for you!" Here Mr.Brough was so affected that he actually burst into tears, and I confess I saw in its true light the negligence of which I had been guilty.
"Sir," says I, "I am very--very sorry: it was a matter of delicacy, rather than otherwise, which induced me not to speak to my aunt about the West Diddlesex." "Delicacy, my dear dear boy--as if there can be any delicacy about making your aunt's fortune! Say indifference to me, say ingratitude, say folly,--but don't say delicacy--no, no, not delicacy.

Be honest, my boy, and call things by their right names--always do." "It _was_ folly and ingratitude, Mr.Brough," says I: "I see it all now; and I'll write to my aunt this very post." "You had better do no such thing," says Brough, bitterly: "the stocks are at ninety, and Mrs.Hoggarty can get three per cent.