"Phineas, me boy," he said, "if all
this is thrue, you're about up a tree."
"It is true that I shall support Monk's motion."
"Then, me boy, you're up a tree as far as office goes. A place like
that niver suited me, because, you see, that poker of a young lord
expected so much of a man; but you don't mind that kind of thing, and
I thought you were as snug as snug."
"Troubles will come, you see, Laurence."
"Bedad, yes. It's all throubles, I think, sometimes. But you've a way
out of all your throubles."
"What way?"
"Pop the question to Madame Max. The money's all thrue, you know."
"I don't doubt the money in the least," said Phineas.
"And it's my belief she'll take you without a second word. Anyways,
thry it, Phinny, my boy. That's my advice." Phineas so far agreed
with his friend Laurence that he thought it possible that Madame
Goesler might accept him were he to propose marriage to her. He knew,
of course, that that mode of escape from his difficulties was out
of the question for him, but he could not explain this to Laurence
Fitzgibbon.
"I am sorry to hear that you have taken up a bad cause," said
Barrington Erle to him.
"It is a pity;--is it not?"
"And the worst of it is that you'll sacrifice yourself and do no good
to the cause.
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