He thanked God that Harry WASN'T at home; a daily witness of the shrinkage of his resources and the shifts to which he was being put.

This would be ten times worse for him to bear than the loss of the boy's companionship.

Harry would then upbraid him for the sacrifices he had made for him, as if he would not take every step over again! Take them!--of course he would take them!--so would any other gentleman.

Not to have come to Harry's rescue in that the most critical hour of his life, when he was disowned by his father, rejected by his sweetheart, and hounded by creditors, not one of whom did he justly owe, was unthinkable, absolutely unthinkable, and not worth a moment's consideration.
And so he would sit and muse, his head in his hand, his well-rounded legs stretched toward the fire, his white, shapely fingers tapping the arms of his chair--each click so many telegraphic records of the workings of his mind..