a week and a cottage.
There is nothing dramatic, nothing sensational, in the history of his descent; but it is, perhaps, all the more full of bitter human experiences.

As a man going down a steep hill, after a long while finds himself on the edge of a precipitous chalk pit, and topples in one fall to the bottom, so, though the process of going downhill occupied so long, the actual finish came almost suddenly.

Thus it was that from being a master he found himself a servant.

He does not complain, nor appeal for pity.

His back is a little more bowed, he feels the cold a little more, his step is yet more spiritless.