“Come, now, Captain, just two glasses of sherry, and I'll promise to go to bed.”
“Not a thimbleful.”
“You old tyrant!” said Drysdale, hopping off his perch on the elbow of the sofa. “Come along, Brown, let's go and draw for some supper, and a hand at Van John. There's sure to be something going up my staircase; or, at any rate, there's a cool bottle of claret in my rooms.”
“Stop and have a talk, Brown,” said the Captain, and prevailed against Drysdale, who, after another attempt to draw Tom off, departed on his quest for drink and cards.
“He'll never do for the boat, I'm afraid,” said the Captain; “with his rascally late hours, and drinking and eating all sorts of trash. It's a pity, too for he's a pretty oar for his weight.”
“He is such uncommon good company, too,” said Tom.
“Yes; but I'll tell you what. He's just a leetle too good company for you and me, or any fellows who mean to take a degree. Let's see, this is only his third term? I'll give him, perhaps, two more to make the place too hot to hold him. Take my word for it, he'll never get to his little-go.”
“It will be a great pity, then,” said Tom.
“So it will. But after all, you see, what does it matter to him? He gets rusticated; takes his name off with a flourish of trumpets—what then? He falls back on 5,000L a year in land, and a good accumulation in consols, runs abroad or lives in town for a year. Takes the hounds when he comes of age, or is singled out by some discerning constituency, and sent to make laws for his country, having spent the whole of his life hitherto in breaking all the laws he ever came under. You and I, perhaps, go fooling about with him, and get rusticated. We make our friends miserable. We can't take our names off, but have to come cringing back at the end of our year, marked men. Keep our tails between our legs for the rest of the time. Lose a year at our professions, and most likely have the slip casting up against us in one way or another for the next twenty years. It's like the old story of the giant and the dwarf, or like fighting a sweep, or any other one-sided business.”
“But I'd sooner have to fight my own way in the world after all; wouldn't you?” said Tom.