Before Diamond was well enough to be taken home, there was no home for him to go to.

Mr.Coleman--or his creditors, for I do not know the particulars--had sold house, carriage, horses, furniture, and everything.

He and his wife and daughter and Mrs.Crump had gone to live in a small house in Hoxton, where he would be unknown, and whence he could walk to his place of business in the City.

For he was not an old man, and hoped yet to retrieve his fortunes.

Let us hope that he lived to retrieve his honesty, the tail of which had slipped through his fingers to the very last joint, if not beyond it.
Of course, Diamond's father had nothing to do for a time, but it was not so hard for him to have nothing to do as it was for Miss Coleman.