At last he goes over to the Pope, walks about in nasty dirty clothes all full of vermin, and gives over his estate to Cardinal Wiseman.

Then there are the retainers; they all come to grief, some one way and some another.

I do that for the sake of the Nemesis.' 'I would not have condescended to notice them, I think,' said Norman.
'Oh! I must; there must be a Nemesis.

The editor specially insists on a Nemesis.' The conclusion of Charley's novel brought them back to the boat.
Norman, when he started, had intended to employ the evening in giving good counsel to his friend, and in endeavouring to arrange some scheme by which he might rescue the brand from the burning; but he had not the heart to be severe and sententious while Charley was full of his fun.

It was so much pleasanter to talk to him on the easy terms of equal friendship than turn Mentor and preach a sermon.
'Well, Charley,' said he, as they were walking up from the boat wharf--Norman to his club, and Charley towards his lodgings--from which route, however, he meant to deviate as soon as ever he might be left alone--'well, Charley, I wish you success with all my heart; I wish you could do something--I won't say to keep you out of mischief.' 'I wish I could, Harry,' said Charley, thoroughly abashed; 'I wish I could--indeed I wish I could--but it is so hard to go right when one has begun to go wrong.' 'It is hard; I know it is.' 'But you never can know how hard, Harry, for you have never tried,' and then they went on walking for a while in silence, side by side.
'You don't know the sort of place that office of mine is,' continued Charley.