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I
was
not
at
all
remorseful
for
having
unwittingly
set
those
other
branches
of
the
Pocket
family
to
the
poor
arts
they
practised
;
because
such
littlenesses
were
their
natural
bent
,
and
would
have
been
evoked
by
anybody
else
,
if
I
had
left
them
slumbering
.
But
Herbert
’
s
was
a
very
different
case
,
and
it
often
caused
me
a
twinge
to
think
that
I
had
done
him
evil
service
in
crowding
his
sparely
furnished
chambers
with
incongruous
upholstery
work
,
and
placing
the
Canary
-
breasted
Avenger
at
his
disposal
.
So
now
,
as
an
infallible
way
of
making
little
ease
great
ease
,
I
began
to
contract
a
quantity
of
debt
.
I
could
hardly
begin
but
Herbert
must
begin
too
,
so
he
soon
followed
.
At
Startop
’
s
suggestion
,
we
put
ourselves
down
for
election
into
a
club
called
The
Finches
of
the
Grove
:
the
object
of
which
institution
I
have
never
divined
,
if
it
were
not
that
the
members
should
dine
expensively
once
a
fortnight
,
to
quarrel
among
themselves
as
much
as
possible
after
dinner
,
and
to
cause
six
waiters
to
get
drunk
on
the
stairs
.
I
know
that
these
gratifying
social
ends
were
so
invariably
accomplished
,
that
Herbert
and
I
understood
nothing
else
to
be
referred
to
in
the
first
standing
toast
of
the
society
:
which
ran
"
Gentlemen
,
may
the
present
promotion
of
good
feeling
ever
reign
predominant
among
the
Finches
of
the
Grove
.
"
The
Finches
spent
their
money
foolishly
(
the
Hotel
we
dined
at
was
in
Covent
Garden
)
,
and
the
first
Finch
I
saw
when
I
had
the
honor
of
joining
the
Grove
was
Bentley
Drummle
,
at
that
time
floundering
about
town
in
a
cab
of
his
own
,
and
doing
a
great
deal
of
damage
to
the
posts
at
the
street
corners
.
Occasionally
,
he
shot
himself
out
of
his
equipage
headforemost
over
the
apron
;
and
I
saw
him
on
one
occasion
deliver
himself
at
the
door
of
the
Grove
in
this
unintentional
way
—
like
coals
.
But
here
I
anticipate
a
little
,
for
I
was
not
a
Finch
,
and
could
not
be
,
according
to
the
sacred
laws
of
the
society
,
until
I
came
of
age
.
In
my
confidence
in
my
own
resources
,
I
would
willingly
have
taken
Herbert
’
s
expenses
on
myself
;
but
Herbert
was
proud
,
and
I
could
make
no
such
proposal
to
him
.
So
he
got
into
difficulties
in
every
direction
,
and
continued
to
look
about
him
.
When
we
gradually
fell
into
keeping
late
hours
and
late
company
,
I
noticed
that
he
looked
about
him
with
a
desponding
eye
at
breakfast
-
time
;
that
he
began
to
look
about
him
more
hopefully
about
mid
-
day
;
that
he
drooped
when
he
came
into
dinner
;
that
he
seemed
to
descry
Capital
in
the
distance
,
rather
clearly
,
after
dinner
;
that
he
all
but
realized
Capital
towards
midnight
;
and
that
at
about
two
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
,
he
became
so
deeply
despondent
again
as
to
talk
of
buying
a
rifle
and
going
to
America
,
with
a
general
purpose
of
compelling
buffaloes
to
make
his
fortune
.
I
was
usually
at
Hammersmith
about
half
the
week
,
and
when
I
was
at
Hammersmith
I
haunted
Richmond
,
whereof
separately
by
and
by
.
Herbert
would
often
come
to
Hammersmith
when
I
was
there
,
and
I
think
at
those
seasons
his
father
would
occasionally
have
some
passing
perception
that
the
opening
he
was
looking
for
,
had
not
appeared
yet
.
But
in
the
general
tumbling
up
of
the
family
,
his
tumbling
out
in
life
somewhere
,
was
a
thing
to
transact
itself
somehow
.
In
the
meantime
Mr
.
Pocket
grew
grayer
,
and
tried
oftener
to
lift
himself
out
of
his
perplexities
by
the
hair
.
While
Mrs
.
Pocket
tripped
up
the
family
with
her
footstool
,
read
her
book
of
dignities
,
lost
her
pocket
-
handkerchief
,
told
us
about
her
grandpapa
,
and
taught
the
young
idea
how
to
shoot
,
by
shooting
it
into
bed
whenever
it
attracted
her
notice
.
As
I
am
now
generalizing
a
period
of
my
life
with
the
object
of
clearing
my
way
before
me
,
I
can
scarcely
do
so
better
than
by
at
once
completing
the
description
of
our
usual
manners
and
customs
at
Barnard
’
s
Inn
.
We
spent
as
much
money
as
we
could
,
and
got
as
little
for
it
as
people
could
make
up
their
minds
to
give
us
.
We
were
always
more
or
less
miserable
,
and
most
of
our
acquaintance
were
in
the
same
condition
.
There
was
a
gay
fiction
among
us
that
we
were
constantly
enjoying
ourselves
,
and
a
skeleton
truth
that
we
never
did
.
To
the
best
of
my
belief
,
our
case
was
in
the
last
aspect
a
rather
common
one
.
Every
morning
,
with
an
air
ever
new
,
Herbert
went
into
the
City
to
look
about
him
.
I
often
paid
him
a
visit
in
the
dark
back
-
room
in
which
he
consorted
with
an
ink
-
jar
,
a
hat
-
peg
,
a
coal
-
box
,
a
string
-
box
,
an
almanac
,
a
desk
and
stool
,
and
a
ruler
;
and
I
do
not
remember
that
I
ever
saw
him
do
anything
else
but
look
about
him
.
If
we
all
did
what
we
undertake
to
do
,
as
faithfully
as
Herbert
did
,
we
might
live
in
a
Republic
of
the
Virtues
.
He
had
nothing
else
to
do
,
poor
fellow
,
except
at
a
certain
hour
of
every
afternoon
to
"
go
to
Lloyd
’
s
"
—
in
observance
of
a
ceremony
of
seeing
his
principal
,
I
think
.
He
never
did
anything
else
in
connection
with
Lloyd
’
s
that
I
could
find
out
,
except
come
back
again
.
When
he
felt
his
case
unusually
serious
,
and
that
he
positively
must
find
an
opening
,
he
would
go
on
’
Change
at
a
busy
time
,
and
walk
in
and
out
,
in
a
kind
of
gloomy
country
dance
figure
,
among
the
assembled
magnates
.
"
For
,
"
says
Herbert
to
me
,
coming
home
to
dinner
on
one
of
those
special
occasions
,
"
I
find
the
truth
to
be
,
Handel
,
that
an
opening
won
’
t
come
to
one
,
but
one
must
go
to
it
—
so
I
have
been
.
"
