You'll come to grief with it some day." Yorke laughed, good-humoredly.

"What must be, will be.

Let us hope there will be no occasion for the display of my fire-works.

I suppose, what with his two packs of hounds and the rest of it, even my father will be brought to behave himself demurely, sooner or later." "I should like to see Carew demure," said the chaplain, smiling; "although not reduced to that state by the extremities of poverty.

Yes, as you say," he added, in a graver tone, "the pace at which he has been going these twenty years has begun to tell on his fortune.