And I took him home--that is, to our club--for he was as submissive as a child--and plied him with brandy-and-water till he began to look rather brighter--rather more alive, at least.
'"Huntingdon, I'm ruined!" said he, taking the third glass from my hand--he had drunk the others in dead silence.
'"Not you," said I.

"You'll find a man can live without his money as merrily as a tortoise without its head, or a wasp without its body." '"But I'm in debt," said he--"deep in debt.

And I can never, never get out of it." '"Well, what of that?
Many a better man than you has lived and died in debt; and they can't put you in prison, you know, because you're a peer." And I handed him his fourth tumbler.
'"But I hate to be in debt!" he shouted.

"I wasn't born for it, and I cannot bear it." '"What can't be cured must be endured," said I, beginning to mix the fifth.
'"And then, I've lost my Caroline." And he began to snivel then, for the brandy had softened his heart.
'"No matter," I answered, "there are more Carolines in the world than one." '"There's only one for me," he replied, with a dolorous sigh.

"And if there were fifty more, who's to get them, I wonder, without money ?" '"Oh, somebody will take you for your title; and then you've your family estate yet; that's entailed, you know." '"I wish to God I could sell it to pay my debts," he muttered.
'"And then," said Grimsby, who had just come in, "you can try again, you know.