“With your position and advantages you could always marry well. If you'd just beat up the manufacturing districts, you'd get your eighty thousand as sure as I'm here! And then matrimony admits of a man's changing all his habits. He can sell off hunters, get rid of a racing stable, and twenty other little embarrassments, and only gain character by the economy.”
“I don't care a brass farthing for that part of the matter, Scanlan. No man shall dictate to me how I 'm to spend my money. Do you just find me the tin, and I 'll find the talent to scatter it.”
“If it can't be done by a post-obit—”
“I tell you, sir,” cried Martin, peevishly, “as I have told you before, that has been done. There is such a thing as pumping a well dry, is n't there?”
Scanlan made a sudden exclamation of horror; and after a pause, said, “Already!”
“Ay, sir, already!”
“I had my suspicions about it,” muttered Scanlan, gloomily.
“You had? And how so, may I beg to ask?” said Martin, angrily.
“I saw him down there, myself.”
“Saw whom? Whom are you talking of?”