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ON HIS WAY THROUGH THE WORLD 265<br />

CHAPTER XV<br />

SAMARITANS<br />

THE children trotted up to their friend with outstretched hands<br />

and their usual smiles of welcome. Philip patted their<br />

heads, and sat down with very woebegone aspect at the<br />

family table. " Ah, friends," said he, " do you know all ?"<br />

" Yes, we do," said Laura sadly, who has ever compassion for<br />

others' misfortunes.<br />

" What ! is it all over the town already ?" asked poor Philip.<br />

" We have a letter from your father this morning." And we<br />

brought the letter to him, and showed him the affectionate special<br />

message for himself.<br />

" His last thought was for you, Philip !" cries Laura. " See<br />

here, those last kind words !"<br />

Philip shook his head. " It is not untrue, what is written here :<br />

but it is not all the truth." And Philip Firmin dismayed us by<br />

the intelligence which he proceeded to give. <strong>The</strong>re was an execution<br />

in the house in Old Parr Street. A hundred clamorous creditors<br />

had already appeared there. Before going away, the Doctor had<br />

taken considerable sums from those dangerous financiers to whom<br />

he had been of late resorting. <strong>The</strong>y were in possession of numberless<br />

lately signed bills, upon which the desperate man had raised<br />

money. He had professed to share with Philip, but he had taken<br />

the great share, and left Philip two hundred pounds of his own<br />

money. All the rest was gone. All Philip s stock had been sold<br />

out. <strong>The</strong> father's fraud had made him master of the trustee's<br />

signature: and Philip Firmin, reputed to be so wealthy, was a<br />

beggar, in my room. Luckily he had few, or very trifling debts.<br />

Mr. Philip had a lordly impatience of indebtedness, and, with a<br />

good bachelor income, had paid for all his pleasures as he enjoyed<br />

them.<br />

Well! He must work. A young man ruined at two-andtwenty,<br />

with a couple of hundred pounds yet in his pocket, hardly<br />

knows that he is ruined. He will sell his horses—live in chambers<br />

—has enough to go on for a year. " When I am very hard put to<br />

it," says Philip, " I will come and dine with the children at one. I

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