the bill?"

"Who says you knew anything, sir?"

"And, counting on from that time, at what period ought I to have
begun to know it? When should I have first learnt to feel that I was
a burden to any one?"

"Who has talked about a burden?"

"You say I am not to be your heir?"

"Certainly not."

"I never thought of being your heir. I don't care a straw about being
anybody's heir. What you have given freely, I have taken freely. As
for my father, if you felt so harshly towards him, why did you let
him incur this debt?"

"I was to see you kicked out of Wilkinson's house and starve in the
ditch, I suppose? But now, if you can control your fine feelings for
one moment, will you listen to me? I have never blamed you in the
matter at all, and don't blame you now--at least not yet."

"I hope you never will--that is about money matters."

"Now do listen to me. It seems to me that you are quite astray about
a profession. You don't like commerce, and what you said the other
day about capital is quite true. I count a man a knave who goes into
trade without capital. In a small way we might, perhaps, have managed
it. But in a very small way you would not have liked it."

"Neither small nor great, sir."

"Very well. You need not be afraid that anything very great will be
thrust upon you. But it seems to me that what you are most fitted for
is a lawyer."

Young Bertram paused a moment. "Uncle, I really hardly know.
Sometimes I have a strange desire to go into orders."

"Very strange indeed! But now, if you will listen to me--I have been
speaking to Mr. Dry. Messrs. Dry and Stickatit have done business for
me for the last forty years. Now, George, I will advance you three
thousand pounds at four per cent.--"

"What should I want with three thousand pounds?"

"You don't suppose you can get into a house like that without money,
do you?"

"And be an attorney?" said George, with a look of horror which almost
penetrated the thick skin of the old man's feelings. What! had he
taken a double-first, been the leading man of his year, spouted at
the debating club, and driven himself nearly dizzy with Aristotle
for this--for a desk in the office of Messrs. Dry and Stickatit,
attorneys of old Bucklersbury! No, not for all the uncles! not for
any uncle!

"They net four thousand pounds a year," said Mr. Bertram; "and in
process of time you would be the working partner, and have, at any
rate, a full half of the business."

But,