"Young!" said Vavasor to himself, when he was left alone. "There's my uncle, or the old squire,--they're both younger men than I am. One cares for his dinner, and the other for his bullocks and his trees. But what is there that I care for, unless it is not getting among the sheriff's officers for debt?" Then he took out a little memorandum-book from his breast-pocket, and having made in it an entry as to the amount and date of that bill which he had just accepted on the publican's behalf, he conned over the particulars of its pages. "Very blue; very blue, indeed," he said to himself when he had completed the study. "But nobody shall say I hadn't the courage to play the game out, and that old fellow must die some day, one supposes. If I were not a fool, I should make it up with him before he went; but I am a fool, and shall remain so to the last." Soon after that he dressed himself slowly, reading a little every now and then as he did so. 
"Young!" he said to himself, when he was alone. "My uncle and the old squire are both younger men than I am. One cares for his dinner, and the other for his bullocks and his trees. But what do I care for, except not getting arrested for debt?"
Then he took out a little notebook from his pocket, and having made an entry about the publican's bill, he looked through its pages.
"Very blue, indeed," he said to himself. "But nobody shall say I hadn't the courage to play the game out; and that old fellow in Westmorland must die some day. If I were not a fool, I should make it up with him before he went; but I am a fool." 