Mother half dead with grief, and Aileen ashamed to speak to the man that loved and respected her from her childhood.

Gracey Storefield not daring to think of me or say my name, after seeing me carried off a prisoner before her eyes.
Here was a load of misery and disgrace heaped up together, to be borne by the whole family, now and for the time to come--by the innocent as well as the guilty.

And for what?
Because we had been too idle and careless to work regularly and save our money, though well able to do it, like honest men.

Because, little by little, we had let bad dishonest ways and flash manners grow upon us, all running up an account that had to be paid some day.
And now the day of reckoning had come--sharp and sudden with a vengeance! Well, what call had we to look for anything else?
We had been working for it; now we had got it, and had to bear it.

Not for want of warning, neither.