In his misery at this state of affairs, he had talked over with Harry all manner of schemes for increasing his income, but he had never told him a word about Mr.M'Ruen.

Why his salary, which was now L150 per annum, should not be able to support him, Norman never asked.

Charley the while was very miserable, and the more miserable he was, the less he found himself able to rescue himself from his dissipation.

What moments of ease he had were nearly all spent in Norfolk Street; and such being the case how could he abstain from going there?
'Well, Charley, and how do 'Crinoline and Macassar' go on ?' said Norman, as they sauntered away together up the towing-path above Putney.

Now there were those who had found out that Charley Tudor, in spite of his wretched, idle, vagabond mode of life, was no fool; indeed, that there was that talent within him which, if turned to good account, might perhaps redeem him from ruin and set him on his legs again; at least so thought some of his friends, among whom Mrs.Woodward was the most prominent.