"Why ain't you with your friends, instead of tramping the streets after that long day in court ?" "Because I have no friends left," I answered, for I had arrived at that stage of humiliation when a man no longer cares to cloak the truth.
A look of pity passed over Mr.Strong's fat face, and the lines about the pugnacious mouth softened a little.
"Is that so ?" he said.

"Well, young man, you're learning now what happens to those who put their faith in fashionable folk and not in the Lord.

Rats can't scuttle from a sinking ship faster than fashionable folk from a friend in trouble.

You come along and have a bit of supper with me and my missis.

We're humble trades-folk, but, perhaps as things are, you won't mind that." I accepted Mr.Strong's invitation with gratitude, indeed his kindness touched me.