‘You always see the same fellows,’ said Silverbridge.

’A man who lives much at a club is apt to fall into a selfish mode of life.  He is taught to think that his own comfort should always be the first object.  A man can never be happy unless his first objects are outside himself.  Personal self-indulgence begets a sense of meanness which sticks to a man even when he has got beyond all hope of rescue.  It is for that reason;—­among others,—­ that marriage is so desirable.’

‘A man should marry, I suppose.’

’Unless a man has on his shoulders the burden of a wife and children he should, I think, feel that he has shirked out of school.  He is not doing his share of the work of the Commonwealth.’

‘Pitt was not married, sir.’

’No;—­and a great many other good men have remained unmarried.  Do you mean to be another Pitt?’

‘I don’t intend to be Prime Minister.’

’I would not recommend you to entertain that ambition.  Pitt perhaps hardly had time for marriage.  You may be more lucky.’

‘I suppose I shall marry some day.’

‘I should be glad to see you marry early,’ said the Duke, speaking in a low voice, almost solemnly, but in his quietest, sweetest ton of voice.  ’You are peculiarly situated.  Though as yet you are only the heir to the property and honours of our family, still, were you married, almost everything would be at your disposal.  There is so much I should only be ready to give up to you!’

‘I can’t bear to hear you talking of giving up anything,’ said Silverbridge energetically.

Then the father looked round the room furtively, and seeing that the door was shut, and that they were assuredly alone, he put out his hand and gently stroked the young man’s hair.  It was almost a caress,—­as though he would have said to himself, ’Were he my daughter, I would kiss him.’  ‘There is much I would fain give up,’ he said.  ’If you were a married man the house in Carlton Terrace would be fitter for you than for me.  I have disqualified myself for taking that part in society which should be filled by the head of our family.  You who have inherited so much from your mother would, if you married pleasantly, do all that right well.’  He paused for a moment and then asked a straightforward question, very quickly—­’You have never thought of anyone yet, I suppose?’

Silverbridge had thought very much of somebody.  He was quite aware that he had almost made an offer to Lady Mabel.  She certainly had not given him any encouragement; but the very fact that she had not done so allured him all the more.  He did believe that he was thoroughly in love with Lady Mabel.  She had told him that he was too young,—­but he was older than Lady Mab herself by a week.  She was beautiful;—­that was certain.  It was acknowledged by all that she was clever.  As for blood, of which he believed his father thought much, there was perhaps none better in England.