If (as I myself confess to) you have enjoyment of old ways, habits, customs, and ceremonies, look to Court life.

It is only in Courts that a man may now air a leg; and there the women are works of Art.

If you are deficient in calves (which my boy, thank heaven! will never be charged with) you are there found out, and in fact every deficiency, every qualification, is at once in patent exhibition at a Court.

I fancy Parliament for you still, and that is no impediment as a step.

Jorian would have you sit and wallow in ease, and buy (by the way, we might think of it) a famous Burgundy vineyard (for an investment), devote the prime of your life to the discovery of a cook, your manhood to perfect the creature's education--so forth; I imagine you are to get five years of ample gratification (a promise hardly to be relied on) in the sere leaf, and so perish.