He begged me so cordially not to go that I stayed on; but in a little while I noticed that the beer got less and less in quantity, and one day when I ventured to ask for a second bottle at lunch he told me that it cost a great deal and that he could not afford it.

Of course I made some decent pretext and left his house as soon as possible.

If one has to suffer poverty, one had best suffer alone.

But to get discomforts grudgingly and as a charity is the extremity of shame.

I prefer to look on it from the other side; M---- grudging me his small beer belongs to farce." He spoke with bitterness and contempt, as he used never to speak of anyone.
I could not help sympathising with him, though visibly the cloth was wearing threadbare.