"'Oh, Huntingdon will lend you what you want,' said the other.
"'No; you heard my oath,' answered Lowborough, turning away in quiet despair. And I took him by the arm and led him out.
"'Is it to be the last, Lowborough?' I asked, when I got him into the street.
"'The last,' he answered, somewhat against my expectation. And I took him home—that is, to our club—for he was as submissive as a child, and plied him with brandy and water till he began to look rather brighter—rather more alive, at least.
"'Huntingdon, I'm ruined!' said he, taking the third glass from my hand—he had drunk the other in dead silence.
"'Not you!' said I. 'You'll find a man can live without his money as merrily as a tortoise without its head, or a wasp without its body.'
"'But I'm in debt,' said he—'deep in debt! And I can never, never get out of it!'
