Tales of Two People

He started life-or was started in it-in a series of surroundings of unimpeachable orthodoxy-Eton, Christ Church, the Grenadier Guards. He left each of these schools of mental culture and bodily discipline, not under a cloud-that metaphor would be ludicrously inept-but in an explosion. That, having been thus shot out of the first, he managed to enter the second that, having been shot out of the second, he walked placidly into the third that, having been shot out of the third, he suffered no apparent damage from his repeated propulsions these are matters explicable only by a secret knowledge of British institutions. His father was strong, his mother came of stock even stronger; he himself Ambrose Caverly as he then was was very popular, and extraordinarily handsome in his unusual outlandish style. His father being still alive and, though devoted to him, by now apprehensive of his doings his means were for the next few years limited. Yet he contrived to employ himself. He took a soup-kitchen and ran it; he took a yacht and sank it; he took a public-house, ruined it, and got himself severely fined for watering the beer in the Temperance interest.