Jermyn street--or the sharpers congregated there--had drained him very considerably; all his own ill-got gains had been gradually raked away by the croupier at the gaming-table; and unsuspecting Henry's little trust-fund was to be the next bank on which the brother played.
Poor Henry and Maria! What will they do?
where will they go?
how will they live?
Hard questions all, not to be answered in a hurry.

We shall see.

There was one comfort, though, amidst all their misery;--they did not find the adage a true one, which alludes to poverty coming in at the door, and love flying out of the window; for they never loved each other more deeply--more devotedly--than when daily bread was growing a scarcity, and daily life almost a burden.

But we are anticipating.
And how fared the parents all this while?
was the erring daughter entirely forgotten?
No, no.

Son John, indeed, took good care to hinder any amicable feelings of relapse to intrude upon his father's resolution.