Surely there is no heart so hard, so unforgiving towards impassioned minds, or even unsuccessful genius itself, as that of a man who sinks his feelings in his trade, and sees not beyond the petty sphere of his wary, bustling, worldly interests; nor are there any, that genius and liberality would feel more pain at being relieved by, than such characters.
Bruno, however, held the stakes of fortune but a short time: his success was of him, and not in him: it rested too much upon the chances of outward circumstance to challenge implicit faith: it was not the breed of his own brain: his brother's was. When the war began, he lost an argosy. His factors failed him abroad, and trade was at an end at home: the ladder was shaken, and he came down, rolling at his brother's foot.
Philippo, after his success, took him out of prison, fed and clothed him, gave him money, got him into the king's household, and did all that a brother should do.
