why then you
get your wages when you take his arm and call him Silverbridge.'
'I don't want wages from any man,' said the indignant Major.
'That comes from not knowing what wages is. I do want wages. If I
do a thing I like to be paid for it. You are paid for it after one
fashion, I prefer the other.'
'Do you mean he should give me--a salary?'
'I'd have it out of him someway. What's the good of young chaps of
that sort if they aren't made to pay? You've got this young swell
in tow. He's going to be about the richest man in England;--and
what the deuce better are you for it?' Tifto sat meditating,
thinking of the wisdom of the wisdom which was being spoken. The
same ideas had occurred to him. The happy chance which had made in
intimate with Lord Silverbridge had not yet enriched him. 'What is
the good of chaps of that sort if they are not made to pay?' The
words were wise words. But yet how glorious he had been when he
was elected at the Beargarden, and had entered the club as the
special friend of the heir of the Duke of Omnium.
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