But notoriety even did not solve the monetary question, which grew more and more insistent.

A dozen times he waved it aside and went into debt rather than restrain himself.

Somehow or other he would fall on his feet, he thought.

Men who console themselves in this way usually fall on someone else's feet and so did Oscar Wilde.

At twenty-six years of age and curiously enough at the very moment of his insolent-bold challenge of the world with fantastic dress, he stooped to ask his mother for money, money which she could ill spare, though to do her justice she never wasted a second thought on money where her affections were concerned, and she not only loved Oscar but was proud of him.