I might go into Parliament, and make something of a name for myself.

I could write books instead of anonymous articles.

I should scarcely sink down into an idle mindless existence of dinner-giving and dinner-eating.

Yes, I think the best thing that could happen to me would be to marry Adela Branston." They parted at last, John Saltram having faithfully promised his friend to work no more that night, and they met at Euston Square early the next morning for the journey to Liverpool.

Gilbert had never found his friend's company more delightful than on this last day.