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"You must manage it. I am here at your mother's request, and can't
afford to remain in town day after day looking for you. I go down
to Carbury this afternoon. Your friend can wait. Come along." His
firmness was too much for Felix, who lacked the courage to shake
his cousin off violently, and to go his way. But as he returned
he fortified himself with the remembrance of all the money in his
pocket,--for he still had his winnings,--remembered too certain sweet
words which had passed between him and Marie Melmotte since the ball,
and resolved that he would not be "sat upon" by Roger Carbury. The
time was coming,--he might almost say that the time had come,--in
which he might defy Roger Carbury. Nevertheless, he dreaded the words
which were now to be spoken to him with a craven fear.
"Your mother tells me," said Roger, "that you still keep hunters."
"I don't know what she calls hunters. I have one that I didn't part
with when the others went."
"You have only one horse?"
"Well;--if you want to be exact, I have a hack as well as the horse
I ride."
"And another up here in town?"
"Who told you that? No; I haven't. At least there is one staying at
some stables which has been sent for me to look at."
"Who pays for all these horses?"
"At any rate I shall not ask you to pay for them."
"No;--you would be afraid to do that. But you have no scruple in
asking your mother, though you should force her to come to me or to
other friends for assistance. You have squandered every shilling of
your own, and now you are ruining her."
"That isn't true. I have money of my own."
"Where did you get it?"
"This is all very well, Roger; but I don't know that you have any
right to ask me these questions. I have money. If I buy a horse I can
pay for it. If I keep one or two I can pay for them. Of course I owe
a lot of money, but other people owe me money too. I'm all right, and
you needn't frighten yourself."
"Then why do you beg her last shilling from your mother, and when you
have money not pay it back to her?"
"She can have the twenty pounds, if you mean that."
"I mean that, and a good deal more than that. I suppose you have been
gambling."
"I don't know that I am bound to answer your questions, and I
won't do it. If you have nothing else to say, I'll go about my own
business."
"I have something else to say, and I mean to say it." Felix had
walked towards the door, but Roger was before him, and now leaned his
back against it.
"I am not going to be kept here against my will," said Felix.
"You have to listen to me, so you may as well sit still. Do you wish
to be looked upon as a blackguard by all the world?"
"Oh,--go on."
"That is what it will be. You have spent every shilling of your
own,--and because your mother is affectionate and weak, you are now
spending all that she has, and are bringing her and your sister to
beggary."
"I don't ask them to pay anything for me."
"Not when you borrow her money?"
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