Slightly touched by it, Evan pursued, half laughing, as men do who wish to propitiate common sense on behalf of what seems tolerably absurd: “It’s not the immediate income, you know, mother: one thinks of one’s future. In the diplomatic service, as Louisa says, you come to be known to Ministers gradually, I mean. That is, they hear of you; and if you show you have some capacity—Louisa wants me to throw it up in time, and stand for Parliament. Andrew, she thinks, would be glad to help me to his seat. Once in Parliament, and known to Ministers, you—your career is open to you.” In justice to Mr. Evan Harrington, it must be said, he built up this extraordinary card-castle to dazzle his mother’s mind: he had lost his right grasp of her character for the moment, because of an undefined suspicion of something she intended, and which sent him himself to take refuge in those flimsy structures; while the very altitude he reached beguiled his imagination, and made him hope to impress hers. Mrs. Mel dealt it one fillip. “And in the meantime how are you to live, and pay the creditors?” Though Evan answered cheerfully, “Oh, they will wait, and I can live on anything,” he was nevertheless floundering on the ground amid the ruins of the superb edifice; and his mother, upright and rigid, continuing, “You can live on anything, and they will wait, and call your father a rogue,” he started, grievously bitten by one of the serpents of earth. “Good heaven, mother! what are you saying?” “That they will call your father a rogue, and will have a right to,” said the relentless woman. “Not while I live!” Evan exclaimed. “You may stop one mouth with your fist, but you won’t stop a dozen, Van.” Evan jumped up and walked the room. “What am I to do?” he cried. “I will pay everything. I will bind myself to pay every farthing. What more can I possibly do?” “Make the money,” said Mrs. Mel’s deep voice. Evan faced her: “My dear mother, you are very unjust and inconsiderate. I have been working and doing my best. I promise—what do the debts amount to?” “Something like £5000 in all, Van.” “Very well.” Youth is not alarmed by the sound of big sums. “Very well—I will pay it.” Evan looked as proud as if he had just clapped down the full amount on the table. “Out of the History of Portugal, half written, and the prospect of a Government appointment?” Mrs. Mel raised her eyelids to him. “In time—in time, mother!” “Mention your proposal to the creditors when you meet them this day week,” she said. Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Then Evan came close to her, saying: “What is it you want of me, mother?” “I want nothing, Van—I can support myself.” “But what would you have me do, mother?” “Be honest; do your duty, and don’t be a fool about it.” “I will try,” he rejoined. “You tell me to make the money. Where and how can I make it? I am perfectly willing to work.”