If he went in, he must at once write his appeal for money, and he felt that he could not.

The degradation seemed too great.
Was there no way of getting over the next few weeks?
Rent, of course, would be due at Christmas, but that payment might be postponed; it was only a question of buying food and fuel.

Amy had offered to ask her mother for a few pounds; it would be cowardly to put this task upon her now that he had promised to meet the difficulty himself.

What man in all London could and would lend him money?
He reviewed the list of his acquaintances, but there was only one to whom he could appeal with the slightest hope--that was Carter.
Half an hour later he entered that same hospital door through which, some years ago, he had passed as a half-starved applicant for work.

The matron met him.
'Is Mr Carter here ?' 'No, sir.