only had some capital. He fought his way along, to keep a roof over our heads and bring us up well; but it was always a struggle: always the same difficulty of not having capital enough. I don't know how to describe it to you.
MRS HUSHABYE. Poor Ellie! I know. Pulling the devil by the tail.
ELLIE [hurt]. Oh, no. Not like that. It was at least dignified.
MRS HUSHABYE. That made it all the harder, didn't it? I shouldn't have pulled the devil by the tail with dignity. I should have pulled hard—[between her teeth] hard. Well? Go on.
ELLIE. At last it seemed that all our troubles were at an end. Mr Mangan did an extraordinarily noble thing out of pure friendship for my father and respect for his character. He asked him how much capital he wanted, and gave it to him. I don't mean that he lent it to him, or that he invested it in his business. He just simply made him a present of it. Wasn't that splendid of him?
MRS HUSHABYE. On condition that you married him?
ELLIE. Oh, no, no, no! This was when I was a child. He had never even seen me: he never came to our house. It was absolutely disinterested. Pure generosity.
MRS HUSHABYE. Oh! I beg the gentleman's pardon. Well, what became of the money?
ELLIE. We all got new clothes and moved into another house. And I went to another school for two years.
MRS HUSHABYE. Only two years?
ELLIE. That was all: for at the end of two years my father was utterly ruined.
MRS HUSHABYE. How?
