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 XXXII

MEDIOCRITY ASPIRING TO VIRTUE

The advocate handed the Age to the solicitor.

"You may have seen it," he said. "I am honored with a leading article."

"I have read it. It means your removal from the top story to the basement."

"I don't understand."

"It ensures that your professional emoluments will not be less than two thousand a year."

"That would be very well had I not arrived at the conclusion that the game is not worth the candle. The penalties are too great."

"Why consider them, dear boy? Why not accept the gifts of the gods in a thankful and contrite spirit?"

"You would have me drink the nectar that they offer although they hand it in a poisoned cup?"

"You are a queer fellow. You accept starvation with a dignified humility, but the instant you touch success—and such a success!—you make a face."

"Such a success—there you have it all!"

"My dear fellow, whoever in this world got off the mark with such a flying start? You have awoke this morning to find yourself famous."

"Bah! I am poisoned; I have got my death!"

"Within five years, if you keep your head, you will be making a princely income."

"I know it."