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One peculiarity of his recent attack was a strong nervous excitability, which was induced by very slight causes, and Hazlet had not long returned to Saint Werner's when the dissipation of his life began once more to tell perniciously upon his state of health.
Bruce pretended at least to fancy that the basis of all men's characters was identical, and that, as they only differed in external manifestations, it made very little difference whether Hazlet became "fast" or continued "slow." "Fast" and "slow" were the mild euphemisms with which Bruce expressed the slight distinction between a vicious and a virtuous life.
Oh, Hazlet, I have heard you talk about missionary societies, and seen your name in subscription lists, but believe me you could not, by myriads of such conventional charities, cancel the direct and awful quota which you are now contributing to the aggregate of the world's misery and shame." It took a great deal to abash a mind like Hazlet's.
After continuing this process for some days, until Hazlet was unalterably convinced that he must be a vastly agreeable and attractive person, Bruce asked him to come to breakfast, and invited Brogten and Fitzurse to meet him.
The perpetual and noisy repetition of Hazlet's name perplexed him extremely, and at last he could have no doubt that they were making Hazlet drunk, and then painting him; nor was it less clear that many of them were themselves half intoxicated.
Julian very quietly tore the miserable sophism to shreds, and said, "There is but one way to describe these vices, Hazlet, they are deadly, bitter, ruinous." "Oh, they are very common. Lots of men " "Tush!" said Julian; "their commonness, if indeed it be so, does not diminish their deadliness.
And, besides this, new tastes were growing up in Edward Kennedy, and, by slow and fatal degrees, were developing into passions. Hazlet had come to Camford not so much innocent as ignorant. He had never learnt to restrain and control the strong tendencies which, in the quiet shades of Ildown, had been sheltered from temptation.
Suton saw with regret mingled with pity, Hazlet's contemptible weakness, and he had once or twice endeavoured to give him a hint of the ridicule which his metamorphosis occasioned; but Hazlet had met his remarks with such silly arrogance, nay, with such a patronising assumption of superiority, that he determined to leave him to his own experiences.
He said no more, but the little, scornful laugh, and the few scornful words had done their work more effectually than a volume of ridicule. It need not be added that Hazlet came, not to the prayer-meeting, but to the wine-party. Cards were introduced in the evening, and one of the players was Kennedy.
"By no means; only I shall cut things short; he isn't worth playing; I shall haul him in at once." Accordingly, Hazlet was invited once more to one of Bruce's parties this time to a supper. It was one of the regular, reckless, uproarious affairs D'Acres, Boodle, Tulk, Brogten, Fitzurse, were all there, and the elite of the fast fellow-commoners, and sporting men besides.
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