On his part he was wondering how Porson would receive the suggestion of a substantial loan.

It seemed too much to risk.

He was proud, and did not like to lay himself open to the possibility of rebuff.
"I think not, John.

Unless Morris should chance to make a good marriage, which is unlikely, for, as you know, he is an odd fish, I can see nothing before us except ruin.

Indeed, at my age, it does not greatly matter, but it seems a pity that the old house should come to an end in such a melancholy and discreditable fashion." "A pity! It is more than a pity," jerked out Porson, with a sudden wriggle which caused him to rock up and down upon the stiff springs of the new sofa.
As he spoke there came a knock at the door, and from the further side of it a slow, rich voice was heard, saying: "May I come in ?" "That's Mary," said Mr.Porson.