But never mind that, boy.

Tell us what happened in the City." "God help me! My wretched business driving you out of house and home!" cried Harold, broken down by this fresh evidence of the effects of his misfortunes.

"It is easier for me to meet my creditors than to see you two suffering so patiently for my sake." "Tut, tut!" cried the Admiral.

"There's no suffering in the matter.
Mother would rather be near the theaters.

That's at the bottom of it, isn't it, mother?
You come and sit down here between us and tell us all about it." Harold sat down with a loving hand in each of his.
"It's not so bad as we thought," said he, "and yet it is bad enough.
I have about ten days to find the money, but I don't know which way to turn for it.