Nothing can save him from ruin," and so saying, the unhappy father walked out of the room.
"Would the governor like to have the paving-stones ?" said Bertie to his sister.
"I'll tell you what," said she.

"If you don't take care, you will find yourself loose upon the world without even a house over your head; you don't know him as well as I do.

He's very angry." Bertie stroked his big beard, sipped his tea, chatted over his misfortunes in a half-comic, half-serious tone, and ended by promising his sister that he would do his very best to make himself agreeable to the Widow Bold.

Then Charlotte followed her father to his own room, softened down his wrath, and persuaded him to say nothing more about the Jew bill discounter, at any rate for a few weeks.

He even went so far as to say he would pay the L700, or at any rate settle the bill, if he saw a certainty of his son's securing for himself anything like a decent provision in life.