There are hopes yet.

I've kept the wolf from the door." "What are you going to do ?" "Don't know--nothing, perhaps; I've not the courage I had." "I'd have thought you might find arsenic a good thing," said Charley, holding out a silver cigarette-case, his eyes turning slowly from the startled, gloomy face of the man before him, to the cool darkness beyond the open doorway of that saloon on the other side of the street.
John Brown shivered--there was something so cold-blooded in the suggestion that he might have found arsenic a good thing.

The metallic glare of Charley's eye-glass seemed to give an added cruelty to the words.

Charley's monocle was the token of what was behind his blue eye-one ceaseless interrogation.

It was that everlasting questioning, the ceaseless who knows! which had in the end unsettled John Brown's mind, and driven him at last from the church and the possible gaiters of a dean into the rough business of life, where he had been a failure.