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WHAT WILL HE DO WITH IT?
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"Yes, and a true gentleman's heart, too!"

"So I thought; yet I fancied I knew the world! After that conversation I quitted our host's roof, and only once or twice afterward, at country houses, met William Losely again. To say truth, his chief patrons and friends were not exactly in my set. But your father continued to see Willy pretty often. They took a great fancy to each other. Charlie, you know, was jovial—fond of private theatricals, too; in short, they became great allies. Some years after, as ill luck would have it, Charles Haughton, while selling off his Middlesex property, was in imme- diate want of £1200. He could get it on a bill, but not with- out security. His bills were already rather down in the market and he had already exhausted most of the friends whose security was esteemed by accommodators any better than his own. In an evil hour he had learned that poor Willy had just £1500 out upon mortgage; and the money-lender, who was lawyer for the property on which the mortgage was, knew it too. It was on the interest of this £1500 that Willy lived, having spent the rest of his little capital in settling his son as a clerk in a first-rate commercial house. Charles Haughton went down to shoot at the house where Willy was a guest—shot with him—drank with him —talked with him—proved to him, no doubt, that long before the three months were over the Middlesex property would be sold, the bill taken up; Willy might trust to his honor. Willy did trust. Like you, my dear Lionel, he had not the moral courage to say ' No.' Your father, I am certain, meant to re- pay him; your father never in cold blood meant to defraud any human being; but—your father gambled! A debt of honor at piguet preceded the claim of a bill-discounter. The £1200 were forestalled—your father was penniless. The money-lender came upon Willy. Sure that Charles Haughton would yet re- deem his promise, Willy renewed the bill another three months on usurious terms; those months over, he came to town to find your father hiding between four walls, unable to stir out for fear of arrest. Willy had no option but to pay the money; and when your father knew that it was so paid, and that the usury had swallowed up the whole of Willy's little capital, then, I say, I saw upon Charles Haughton's once radiant face the saddest expression I ever saw on mortal man's. And sure I am that all the joys your father ever knew as a man of pleasure were not worth the agony and remorse of that moment. I respect your emotion, Lionel, but you begin as your father began; and if I had not told you this story, you might have ended as your father ended."