Perhaps it will never get back." He leaned his head upon his hands, and stared about him with bewildered eyes.
"I do not know, young man," he said presently, addressing Arnold, "who you are.

If you come from Mr.Chalker, let me tell you it is a day too soon.

To-morrow we will speak of business." Then he sprung to his feet suddenly, struck with a thought which pierced him like a dagger.
"To-morrow! It is the day when they will come to sell me up.

Oh, Iris! what did that matter when you were safe?
Now we are all paupers together--all paupers." He fell back in his chair white and trembling.

Iris soothed him; kissed his cheek and pressed his hand; but the terror and despair of bankruptcy were upon him.