I did not even know that he was endeavouring to work.
I only trust it is not manual labour--it is so injurious to the finger-nails.

I have no sympathy with a gentleman who imagines that manual labour is compatible with his position, provided that he does not put his hand to the plough in England.

Is not there something in the Scriptures about a man putting his hand to the plough and looking back?
If Jack undertakes any work of that description, I trust that he will recognise the fact that he forfeits his position by doing so." "It is not manual labour--I can assure you of that." "I am glad to hear it.

He probably sells printed cottons to the natives, or exchanges wrought metal for ivory--an intellectual craft.

But he is gaining experience, and I suppose he thinks he is going to make a fortune." It happened that this was precisely the thought expressed by Jack Meredith in the letter in Millicent's hand.
"He is sanguine," she admitted.
"Of course.