We must take
things quietly, and manage matters with a little tact. You want my
advice, I suppose, my dear Reginald?"
"I do."
The surgeon almost always addressed his friends by their Christian
names, more especially when those friends were of higher standing than
himself. There was a depth of pride, which few understood, lurking
beneath his quiet and unobtrusive manner; and he had a way of his own
by which he let people know that he considered himself in every respect
their equal, and in some respects their superior.
"You want my advice. Very well, then, my advice is that you play the
penitent prodigal. It is not a difficult part to perform, if you take
care what you're about. Sir Oswald has advised you to exchange into the
line. Instead of doing that, you will sell out altogether. It will look
like a stroke of prudence, and will leave you free to play your cards
cleverly, and keep your eye upon this dear uncle."
"Sell out!" exclaimed Reginald. "Leave the army! I have sworn never to
do that."
"But you will find yourself obliged to do it, nevertheless. Your
regiment is too expensive for a man who has only a pitiful two hundred
a year beyond his pay. Your mail-phaeton would cost the whole of your
income; your tailor's bill can hardly be covered by another two
hundred; and then, where are you to get your gloves, your hot-house
flowers, your wines, your cigars? You can't go on upon credit for ever;
tradesmen have such a tiresome habit of wanting money, if it's only a
hundred or so now and then on account.
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