Miser Farebrother: A Novel (vol. 2 of 3)Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Miser Farebrother: A Novel (vol. 2 of 3)
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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That is, supposing him to be successful; but it has happened that in
digging pits for others, men have fallen into their own graves. Whether
this was to be the case with Jeremiah Pamflett remained to be proved. He
was altogether so sharp a fellow, so extraordinarily astute, such a "dab
at figures," as he had declared, so completely "up" to every move on the
board, so thoroughly conversant with the game of spiders and flies, that
men of the world would have backed him to come out triumphant from any
scheme upon which, after mature consideration, he had resolved to put a
great stake. Consideration the most mature, study the most profound,
calculations the most careful and precise, had led Jeremiah to the
conclusion that he had discovered a means of making a great and rapid
fortune. Those who are about to be let into the secret, and who have not
had favourable opportunities of studying human nature from a
sufficiently comprehensive panorama, will perhaps be surprised at the
vulgarity of Jeremiah's discovery; and more surprised, may be, because
it is neither novel nor original.
To lead intelligently up to the disclosure, it may be mentioned that
some short time before Jeremiah Pamflett had conceived the ambitious
idea of becoming Miser Farebrother's son-in-law, a business transaction
introduced him to scenes altogether new to him. Of course it was a
money-lending transaction, and the debtor, to whom in the first instance
he had lent thirty pounds out of his own pocket, was a certain Captain
Ablewhite. It may not have been his rightful name, but into this we will
not too curiously inquire, nor into his antecedents; and yet he was
undoubtedly well connected. He knew and mixed with a great number of
"swells," and his name might occasionally be seen in some of the
"society" papers; he dressed in most perfect taste, and was seldom seen
without an expensive exotic in his button-hole; you would judge him from
outward observance to be a man of good-breeding; he had had a sufficient
education; his manners were easy, confident, smiling; he seemed to know
everything and everybody--all of which did not prevent him from being
chronically hard up. It may not have troubled him much, he was so
accustomed to it; and although he met with many obstacles in his career
of continual borrowing and seldom paying, there was never seen upon his
face any but the pleasantest of smiling expressions. He was a
good-looking man, with a handsome moustache and blue eyes, and he
carried himself like a soldier; hence, maybe, his "captainship," though
how captain, or captain of what, was never inquired into. Misery, it is
said, makes us acquainted with strange bed-fellows; so does such a
career as Captain Ablewhite's. It was a career the successful steering
of which required peculiar ingenuity, and the waters upon which it
floated were not of the sweetest. One day Captain Ablewhite presented
himself with his smiling face and his choice exotic at the office over
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