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CHAPTER III.

The next morning he was on his return to
Repton, happy in the assurance his brother had
given him before they parted, that he would
really lay by a large sum for the regular insur-
ance of his life.

** My dear John,” said the doctor’s wife,
‘‘ when does the new carriage come home? I
thought we were to have had it this week. The
old chariot looked so dull to-day, just as you
were going out, when Dr. Fitzlane’s new cho-
colate-colour passed ; certainly that chocolate-
coloured carriage picked out with blue and those
blue liveries are very, very pretty.”

* Well, Lucy, I think them too gay—the liv-
eries I mean—for an M.D. ; ; quieter colours do
best; and as to the new carriage, I had not ab-
solutely ordered it. I don’t see why I cannot
go on with the jobs; and I almost think I shall
do so, and appropriate the money I intended
for my own carriage to another purpose.”

** What purpose ?”

‘‘ Why, to effect-an insurance on my life.
There was a great deal of truth in what Charles
said the other day, although he said it coarsely,
which is not usual with him; but he felt the .
subject, and I feel it also; so I think of, as I
said, going quietly on with the jobs—at all events