CHAPTER XV.
"A MAN SHOULD FIGHT HIS WAY THROUGH THE WORLD" Vane left alone, strolled onward moodily, his eyes bent on the ground.
"In love, as I ought to be, said that scoundrel," he was muttering.

"How does he know I'm not?
But what's the good?
Faith, I believe I'm the poorest devil in London and the unluckiest.

Some people would say that it is my own fault and that I've no need to be.

Anyhow, my worthy father would hold that view.

I doubt if he'd kill the fatted calf if I went back to him....