At his worst, he had no taste for vice or any affinity for it.

He may have sunk low, not because he himself was low, but because in his miserable feud with all the world he scorned not to share the lot of others as miserable as himself.
His money--he had a few pounds when he left Clarges Street--soon failed him.

He made no great effort to keep it, and was relieved to see the end of it.

His companions in misery soon helped him away with it, and he let them.
But when it was gone the old necessity for work came back.

By day he hardly ever ventured out of his court, for fear of being seen by some one who would attempt to rescue him from his present condition.