A pretty manager of a man's matters YOU are, forsooth."
"There's no denying that the position is a hard one," Dobbin replied, after reading over the letter with a blank countenance; "and as you say, it is partly of my making. There are some men who wouldn't mind changing with you," he added, with a bitter smile. "How many captains in the regiment have two thousand pounds to the fore, think you? You must live on your pay till your father relents, and if you die, you leave your wife a hundred a year."

A pretty manager of a man's matters YOU are."
"There's no denying that the position is a hard one," Dobbin replied, after reading the letter. "As you say, it is partly of my making. There are some men who wouldn't mind changing with you," he added, with a bitter smile. "How many captains have two thousand pounds, think you? You must live on your pay till your father relents, and if you die, you leave your wife a hundred a year."
