It seemed to him that Captain
Green counselled him to put up with that, but counselled him at
the same time to--pick up some of his friend's money. He didn't
think he could ask Lord Silverbridge for a salary. He who was
Master of Foxhounds, and a member of the Beargarden. Then his
friend had suggested something about the young Lord's bets. He was
endeavouring to unriddle all this with a brain that was already
somewhat muddled with alcohol, when Captain Green got up from his
chair and standing over the Major spoke his last words for that
night as an oracle. 'Square is all very well, as long as others
are square with you;--but when they aren't, then I say square be
d-. Square! what comes of it? Work your heart out, and then it's
no good.'
The Major thought about it much that night, and was thinking about
it still when he awoke on the next morning. He would like to make
Lord Silverbridge pay for his late insolence. It would answer his
purpose to make a little money,--as he told himself,--in any honest
way. At the present moment he was in want of money, and on looking
into his affairs declared to himself that he certainly
impoverished himself by his devotion to Lord Silverbridge's
interests.
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