Yes, yes, the trouble was he had been wasteful and honest.

He discussed the matter with that faithful friend and confidant, Baptiste, his yellow body-servant.

They concluded that, papa's patience and _tante's_ pin-money having been gnawed away quite to the rind, there were left open only these few easily-enumerated resorts: to go to work--they shuddered; to join Major Innerarity's filibustering expedition; or else--why not ?--to try some games of confidence.

At twenty-two one must begin to be something.

Nothing else tempted; could that avail?
One could but try.