The stranger knew the full grown man. He made him tired. So when wifie said that the Civil Service was only a bread and butter mill, he said in reply: “Madam, it seems to me very unlikely that a man who can make jam for his bread outside the service would content himself with bread and butter for twenty years.”
And wifie fell dead, and the next month the full grown man was superannuated on “nothing” per year, and a school girl put in his place.
Moral—Never crowd your luck.
It costs money to appear to be somebody in particular.
’Tis folly to be superfluously honest, but do your stealing with discretion.
Any fool can separate himself from money, but no fool can connect himself with ten thousand a year without a concatenation of fortuitous circumstances.