"Oh, do write to Mr.
Striker!" "Money ?" said Roderick.

"I have n't a cent of money; I 'm bankrupt!" "Oh, Mr.Mallet, how could you let him ?" asked Mrs.Hudson, terribly.
"Everything I have is at his service," said Rowland, feeling ill.
"Of course Mr.Mallet will help you, my son!" cried the poor lady, eagerly.
"Oh, leave Mr.Mallet alone!" said Roderick.

"I have squeezed him dry; it 's not my fault, at least, if I have n't!" "Roderick, what have you done with all your money ?" his mother demanded.
"Thrown it away! It was no such great amount.

I have done nothing this winter." "You have done nothing ?" "I have done no work! Why in the world did n't you guess it and spare me all this?
Could n't you see I was idle, distracted, dissipated ?" "Dissipated, my dear son ?" Mrs.Hudson repeated.
"That 's over for the present! But could n't you see--could n't Mary see--that I was in a damnably bad way ?" "I have no doubt Miss Garland saw," said Rowland.
"Mary has said nothing!" cried Mrs.Hudson.
"Oh, she 's a fine girl!" Rowland said.
"Have you done anything that will hurt poor Mary ?" Mrs.Hudson asked.
"I have only been thinking night and day of another woman!" Mrs.Hudson dropped helplessly into her seat again.

"Oh dear, dear, had n't we better go home ?" "Not to get out of her way!" Roderick said.