"Well, my dear Edward, what do you want me to do?
Whatever a young man does, it seems to me, he's let in for ten shillings." "Ah but he needn't be--that's my point.

_I_ wasn't at his age." Harold's mother took up her book again.

"Perhaps you weren't the same success! I mean at such places." "Well, I didn't borrow money to make me one--as I've a sharp idea our young scamp does." Mrs.Brookenham hesitated.

"From whom do you mean--the Jews ?" He looked at her as if her vagueness might be assumed.

"No.