Now again fastidiousness and my lack of perseverance did their work, and solemnly I swore that I would never write another book, an oath which I have kept till this moment, at least so far as publication is concerned, and now break only because I consider it my duty so to do and am not animated by any pecuniary object.

Thus came to an end my second attempt at carving out a career.  By now I had grown savage and cynical, rather revengeful also, I fear.  Knowing myself to possess considerable abilities in sundry directions, I sat down, as it were, to think things over and digest my past experiences.  Then it was that the truth of a very ancient adage struck upon my mind, namely, that money is power.  Had I sufficient money I could laugh at unjust critics for example; indeed they or their papers would scarcely dare to criticise me for fear lest it should be in my power to do them a bad turn.  Again I could follow my own ideas in life and perhaps work good in the world, and live in such surroundings as commended themselves to me.  It was as clear as daylight, but—­how to make the money?

I had some capital as the result of my father’s death, about £8,000 in all, plus a little more that my two books had brought in.  In what way could I employ it to the best advantage?  I remembered that a cousin of my father and therefore my own, was a successful stock-broker, also that there had been some affection between them.  I went to him, he was a good, easy-natured man who was frankly glad to see me, and offered to put £5,000 into his business, for I was not minded to risk every thing I had, if he would give me a share in the profits.  He laughed heartily at my audacity.

“Why, my boy,” he said, “being totally inexperienced at this game, you might lose us more than that in a month.  But I like your courage, I like your courage, and the truth is that I do want help.  I will think it over and write to you.”

He thought it over and in the end offered to try me for a year at a fixed salary with a promise of some kind of a partnership if I suited him.  Meanwhile my £5,000 remained in my pocket.

I accepted, not without reluctance since with the impatience of youth I wanted everything at once.  I worked hard in that office and soon mastered the business, for my knowledge of figures—­I had taken a first-class mathematical degree at college—­came to my aid, as in a way did my acquaintance with Law and Literature.  Moreover I had a certain aptitude for what is called high finance.  Further, Fortune, as usual, showed me a favourable face.

In one year I got the partnership with a small share in the large profits of the business.  In two the partner above me retired, and I took his place with a third share of the firm.  In three my cousin, satisfied that it was in able hands, began to cease his attendance at the office and betook himself to gardening which was his hobby.  In four I paid him out altogether, although to do this I had to borrow