‘My dear Felix!’

‘Just so, mother;—­but how about the twenty pounds?’

‘What is it for, Felix?’

’Well;—­to tell the truth, to carry on the game for the nonce till something is settled.  A fellow can’t live without some money in his pocket.  I do with as little as most fellows.  I pay for nothing that I can help.  I even get my hair cut on credit, and as long as it was possible I had a brougham, to save cabs.’

‘What is to be the end of it, Felix?’

’I never could see the end of anything, mother.  I never could nurse a horse when the hounds were going well in order to be in at the finish.  I never could pass a...