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And
profoundly
touched
by
my
friend
's
ready
generosity
,
I
eagerly
perused
his
letter
.
It
was
not
very
long
,
and
had
evidently
been
written
off
in
haste
.
Dear
Geoff
,
I
'm
sorry
to
hear
you
are
down
on
your
luck
;
it
shows
what
a
crop
of
fools
are
still
flourishing
in
London
,
when
a
man
of
your
capability
can
not
gain
his
proper
place
in
the
world
of
letters
,
and
be
fittingly
acknowledged
.
I
believe
it
's
all
a
question
of
wire-pulling
,
and
money
is
the
only
thing
that
will
pull
the
wires
.
Here
's
the
fifty
you
ask
for
and
welcome
--
do
n't
hurry
about
paying
it
back
.
I
am
doing
you
a
good
turn
this
year
by
sending
you
a
friend
--
a
real
friend
,
mind
you
!
--
no
sham
.
He
brings
you
a
letter
of
introduction
from
me
,
and
between
ourselves
,
old
man
,
you
can
not
do
better
than
put
yourself
and
your
literary
affairs
entirely
in
his
hands
.
He
knows
everybody
,
and
is
up
to
all
the
dodges
of
editorial
management
and
newspaper
cliques
.
He
is
a
great
philanthropist
besides
--
and
seems
particularly
fond
of
the
society
of
the
clergy
.
Rather
a
queer
taste
you
will
say
,
but
his
reason
for
such
preference
is
,
as
he
has
explained
to
me
quite
frankly
,
that
he
is
so
enormously
wealthy
that
he
does
not
quite
know
what
to
do
with
his
money
,
and
the
reverend
gentlemen
of
the
church
are
generally
ready
to
show
him
how
to
spend
some
of
it
.
He
is
always
glad
to
know
of
some
quarter
where
his
money
and
influence
(
he
is
very
influential
)
may
be
useful
to
others
.
He
has
helped
me
out
of
a
very
serious
hobble
,
and
I
owe
him
a
big
debt
of
gratitude
.
I
've
told
him
all
about
you
--
what
a
smart
fellow
you
are
,
and
what
a
lot
dear
old
Alma
Mater
thought
of
you
,
and
he
has
promised
to
give
you
a
lift
up
.
He
can
do
anything
he
likes
;
very
naturally
,
seeing
that
the
whole
world
of
morals
,
civilization
and
the
rest
is
subservient
to
the
power
of
money
--
and
his
stock
of
cash
appears
to
be
limitless
.
Use
him
;
he
is
willing
and
ready
to
be
used
--
and
write
and
let
me
know
how
you
get
on
.
Do
n't
bother
about
the
fifty
till
you
feel
you
have
tided
over
the
storm
.
Ever
yours
Boffles
.
I
laughed
as
I
read
the
absurd
signature
,
though
my
eyes
were
dim
with
something
like
tears
.
'
Boffles
'
was
the
nickname
given
to
my
friend
by
several
of
our
college
companions
,
and
neither
he
nor
I
knew
how
it
first
arose
.
But
no
one
except
the
dons
ever
addressed
him
by
his
proper
name
,
which
was
John
Carrington
--
he
was
simply
'
Boffles
,
'
and
Boffles
he
remained
even
now
for
all
those
who
had
been
his
intimates
.
I
refolded
and
put
by
his
letter
and
the
draft
for
the
fifty
pounds
,
and
with
a
passing
vague
wonder
as
to
what
manner
of
man
the
'
philanthropist
'
might
be
who
had
more
money
than
he
knew
what
to
do
with
,
I
turned
to
the
consideration
of
my
other
two
correspondents
,
relieved
to
feel
that
now
,
whatever
happened
,
I
could
settle
up
arrears
with
my
landlady
the
next
day
as
I
had
promised
.
Moreover
I
could
order
some
supper
,
and
have
a
fire
lit
to
cheer
my
chilly
room
.
Before
attending
to
these
creature
comforts
however
,
I
opened
the
long
blue
envelope
that
looked
so
like
a
threat
of
legal
proceedings
,
and
unfolding
the
paper
within
,
stared
at
it
amazedly
.
What
was
it
all
about
?
The
written
characters
danced
before
my
eyes
--
puzzled
and
bewildered
,
I
found
myself
reading
the
thing
over
and
over
again
without
any
clear
comprehension
of
it
.
Presently
a
glimmer
of
meaning
flashed
upon
me
,
startling
my
senses
like
an
electric
shock
,
...
no
--
no
--
--
impossible
!
Fortune
never
could
be
so
mad
as
this
!
--
never
so
wildly
capricious
and
grotesque
of
humour
!
It
was
some
senseless
hoax
that
was
being
practised
upon
me
,
...
and
yet
,
...
if
it
were
a
joke
,
it
was
a
very
elaborate
and
remarkable
one
!
Weighted
with
the
majesty
of
the
law
too
!
.
.
Upon
my
word
and
by
all
the
fantastical
freakish
destinies
that
govern
human
affairs
,
the
news
seemed
actually
positive
and
genuine
!
Steadying
my
thoughts
with
an
effort
,
I
read
every
word
of
the
document
over
again
deliberately
,
and
the
stupefaction
of
my
wonder
increased
.
Was
I
going
mad
,
or
sickening
for
a
fever
?
Or
could
this
startling
,
this
stupendous
piece
of
information
be
really
true
?
Because
--
if
indeed
it
were
true
,
...
good
heavens
!
--
I
turned
giddy
to
think
of
it
--
and
it
was
only
by
sheer
force
of
will
that
I
kept
myself
from
swooning
with
the
agitation
of
such
sudden
surprise
and
ecstasy
.
If
it
were
true
--
why
then
the
world
was
mine
!
--
I
was
king
instead
of
beggar
;
--
I
was
everything
I
chose
to
be
!
The
letter
--
the
amazing
letter
,
bore
the
printed
name
of
a
noted
firm
of
London
solicitors
,
and
stated
in
measured
and
precise
terms
that
a
distant
relative
of
my
father
's
,
of
whom
I
had
scarcely
heard
,
except
remotely
now
and
then
during
my
boyhood
,
had
died
suddenly
in
South
America
,
leaving
me
his
sole
heir
.
