’Nor would you take it.  There is nothing so comfortable as money,—­ but nothing so defiling if it be come by unworthily; nothing so comfortable, but nothing so noxious if the mind be allowed to dwell upon it constantly.  If a man have enough, let him spend it freely.  If he wants it, let him earn it honestly.  Let him do something for it, so that the man who pays it to him may get its value.  But to think that it may be got by gambling, to hope to live after that fashion, to sit down with your fingers almost in your neighbours’ pockets, with your eye on his purse, trusting that you may know better than he some studied calculations as to the pips concealed in your hands, praying to the only god you worship that some special card may be vouchsafed to you,—­that I say is to have left far, far behind you, all nobility, all gentleness, all manhood!  Write me down Lord Percival’s address and I will send him the money.

Then the Duke wrote a cheque for the money claimed and sent it with a note as follows: 

’The Duke of Omnium presents his compliments to Lord Percival.  The Duke has been informed by Lord Gerald Palliser that Lord Percival has won at cards from him the sum of three thousand four hundred pounds.  The Duke now encloses a cheque for that amount, and requests that the document which Lord Percival holds from Lord Silverbridge as security for that amount, may be returned to Lord Gerald.’

Let the noble gambler have his prey.  He was little solicitous about that.  If he could only operate on the mind of this son,—­so operate on the minds of both his sons, as to make them see the foolishness of folly, the ugliness of what is mean, the squalor and dirt of ignoble pursuits, then he could easily pardon past faults.  If it were half his wealth what would it signify if he could teach his children to accept those lessons without which no man can live as a gentleman, let his rank be the highest known, let his wealth be as the sands, his fashion unrivalled?

The word or two which his daughter had said to him, declaring that she still took pride in her lover’s love, and then this new misfortune on Gerald’s part, upset him greatly.  He almost sickened of politics when he thought of his domestic bereavement and his domestic misfortunes.  How completely had he failed to indoctrinate his children with the ideas by which his own mind was fortified and controlled!  Nothing was so base to him as a gambler, and they had both commenced their career by gambling.  From their young boyhood nothing had seemed so desirable to him as that they should be accustomed by early training to devote themselves to the service of their country.  He saw other young noblemen around him who at eighteen were known as debaters at their colleges, or at twenty-five were already deep in politics, social science, and educational projects.  What good would all his wealth or all his position do for his children if their minds could rise to nothing beyond the shooting