"But what?"
"For your sake, Caroline, we must regard what people will say. Our names have been mixed together; but not as cousins."
"I know, I know. But, George, you do not suppose I intended you should live here? I was not thinking of that. I know that that may not be."
"For myself, I shall keep my chambers in London. I shall just be able to starve on there; and then I shall make one more attempt at the bar."
"And I know you will succeed. You are made for success at last; I have always felt that."
"A man must live somehow. He must have some pursuit; and that is more within my reach than any other: otherwise I am not very anxious for success. What is the use of it all? Of what use will it be to me now?"
"Oh, George!"
"Well, is it not true?"
"Do not tell me that I have made shipwreck of all your fortune!"
"No; I do not say that you have done it. It was I that drove the bark upon the rocks; I myself. But the timbers on that account are not the less shattered."