No, he certainly did not, though it would teach Ambrose some required life lessons.
“Or, you could continue your education and become a barrister.”
“A barrister? Jeffrey, do you know how much work that would entail?”
Jeffrey continued his straightforward march back toward the busy Fleet Street, pausing to look at his brother only when he reached the carriage.
“Three options, Ambrose. Choose wisely.”
“And if I do not wish to take any of the paths you suggest?”
“Do you fancy the church?”
Ambrose snorted.
“Continue as you are and your allowance will be cut off. Now, are you getting in, or not?”