But, as he went, he thought
rather of matrimony than of law; and he thought especially of matrimony as
it was about to affect Lord Fawn. Could a man be justified in marrying for
money, or have rational ground for expecting that he might make himself
happy by doing so? He kept muttering to himself as he went the Quaker's
advice to the old farmer, "Doan't thou marry for munny, but goa where
munny is!" But he muttered it as condemning the advice rather than
accepting it.
He could look out and see two altogether different kinds of life before
him, both of which had their allurements. There was the Belgravia-cum-
Pimlico life, the scene of which might extend itself to South Kensington,
enveloping the parks and coming round over Park Lane, and through
Grosvenor Square and Berkeley Square back to Piccadilly. Within this he
might live with lords and countesses and rich folk generally, going out to
the very best dinner parties, avoiding stupid people, having everything
the world could give, except a wife and family and home of his own. All
this he could achieve by the work which would certainly fall in his way,
and by means of that position in the world which he had already attained
by his wits.
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