He had nothing save only what he could earn.

But the stout old heart never quailed.

He waited eagerly for a letter from the Saint Lawrence Shipping Company, and in the meanwhile he gave his landlord a quarter's notice.

Hundred pound a year houses would in future be a luxury which he could not aspire to.

A small lodging in some inexpensive part of London must be the substitute for his breezy Norwood villa.