But we are far from being absolutely ruined as yet." "To think of it!" Ezra cried, flinging himself upon the office sofa, and burying his face in his hands.

"To think of all I have said of our money and our resources! What will Clutterbuck and the fellows at the club say?
How can I alter the ways of life that I have learned ?" Then, suddenly clenching his hands, and turning upon his father he broke out, "We must have it back, father; we _must_, by fair means or foul.
You must do it, for it was you who lost it.

What can we do?
How long have we to do it in?
Is this known in the City?
Oh, I shall be ashamed to show my face on 'Change." So he rambled on, half-maddened by the pictures of the future which rose up in his mind.
"Be calm, Ezra, be calm!" his father said imploringly.

"We have many chances yet if we only make the best of them.

There is no use lamenting the past.