"Do I offend?" said Diggle innocently. "I make my apology. But I had heard, I own, that Master Desmond Burke was in high favour with your squire; ’tis even whispered that Master Desmond cherishes, cultivates, cossets the old man--a bachelor, I understand, and wealthy, and lacking kith or kin. Sure I should never have believed ’twas with any dishonourable motive." "’Tis not, sir. I never thought of such a thing." "I was sure of it. But to come back to my starting-point. ’Tis time you broke these narrow bounds. India, now--what better sphere for a young man bent on making his way? Look at Clive, whom you admire--as stupid a boy as you could meet in a day’s march. Why, I can remember----" He caught himself up, but after the slightest pause resumed: "’Forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit.’ Look at Clive, I was saying; a lout, a bear, a booby--as a boy, mark you; yet now----! Is there a man whose name rings more loudly in the world’s ear? And what Robert Clive is, that Desmond Burke might be if he had the mind and the will.--You are going farther? Ah, I have not your love of ambulation. I will bid you farewell for this time; sure it will profit you to ponder my words." Desmond did ponder his words. He walked for three or four hours, thinking all the time. Who had said that he was waiting for the squire’s shoes? He glowed with indignation at the idea of such a construction being placed upon his friendship for Sir Willoughby. "If they think that," he said to himself, "the sooner I go away the better." And the seed planted by Diggle took root and began to germinate with wonderful rapidity. To emulate Clive!--what would he not give for the chance? But how was it possible? Clive had begun as a writer in the service of the East India Company; but how could Desmond procure a nomination? Perhaps Sir Willoughby could help him; he might have influence with the Company’s directors. But, supposing he obtained a nomination, how could he purchase his outfit? He had but a few guineas, and after what Diggle had said he would starve rather than ask the squire for a penny. True, under his father’s will he was to receive five thousand pounds at the age of twenty-one. Would Richard advance part of the sum? Knowing Richard, he hardly dared to hope for such a departure from the letter of the law. But it was at least worth attempting. CHAPTER THE FOURTH *In which blows are exchanged; and our hero, setting forth upon his travels, scents an adventure* That same day, at supper, seeing that Richard was apparently in a good temper, Desmond ventured to make a suggestion. "Dick," he said frankly, "don’t you think it would be better for all of us if I went away? You and I don’t get along very well, and perhaps I was not cut out for a farmer." Richard grunted, and Mrs. Burke looked apprehensively from one to the other. "What’s your idea?" asked Richard.