Yet sacrifice he must make, and that instantly, in the hope of saving something from the wreck of his fortune.
His lovely country home must go.

That would bring the most ready money.
The house that he had built with loving thought for each one of his family, as he planned its luxurious apartments and adorned it; the grounds that he had laid out, with so much delight in following the tastes of his wife, with whom the country, the cultivation of rare trees and flowers, the care of garden and lawn and conservatories were a passion almost; this home, which he had hoped his children would enjoy long after he had done with it, must go.
The family bore the sacrifice better than he did.

They declared in fact -- women are such hypocrites--that they quite enjoyed the city (it was in August) after living so long in the country, that it was a thousand tunes more convenient in every respect; Mrs.Bolton said it was a relief from the worry of a large establishment, and Ruth reminded her father that she should have had to come to town anyway before long.
Mr.Bolton was relieved, exactly as a water-logged ship is lightened by throwing overboard the most valuable portion of the cargo--but the leak was not stopped.

Indeed his credit was injured instead of helped by the prudent step be had taken.

It was regarded as a sure evidence of his embarrassment, and it was much more difficult for him to obtain help than if he had, instead of retrenching, launched into some new speculation.
Philip was greatly troubled, and exaggerated his own share in the bringing about of the calamity.
"You must not look at it so!" Mr.Bolton wrote him.