"I never could see the end of anything, mother. I never could nurse a horse when the hounds were going well in order to be in at the finish. I never could pass a dish that I liked in favour of those that were to follow. What's the use?" The young man did not say "carpe diem," but that was the philosophy which he intended to preach.
"Have you been at the Melmottes' to-day?" It was now five o'clock on a winter afternoon, the hour at which ladies are drinking tea, and idle men playing whist at the clubs,--at which young idle men are sometimes allowed to flirt, and at which, as Lady Carbury thought, her son might have been paying his court to Marie Melmotte the great heiress.
"I have just come away."
"And what do you think of her?"

"I never could see the end of anything, mother. I never could pass a dish that I liked in favour of those to follow. What's the use?"
"Have you been at the Melmottes' today?" It was now five o'clock on a winter afternoon, and Lady Carbury thought her son might have been paying his court to Marie Melmotte the great heiress.
"I have just come away."
"And what do you think of her?"
