The Hon. Philip Martindale was most deeply mortified at being thus lectured at his own table, and schooled in the presence and hearing of his guests. To be dependent is bad enough; but to be thus publicly exposed as it were, is one of the severest parts of dependence. He had never felt any thing so mortifying while he was in chambers in the Temple; and he could not help thinking that those former acquaintances towards whom he had carried himself with proud and haughty reserve, would now look down on him with a much better grace than he could ever have looked contemptuously on them. The feeling of littleness is a very painful feeling, especially to one who has sacrificed his independence for the sake of the semblance of greatness. This was the case with Philip Martindale, whose dependent condition was entirely on his part wilful and voluntary. He had been cautioned by his most excellent mother, but he gave no heed to her admonitions. Lord and Lady Martindale felt on this occasion almost as much mortified as the young gentleman himself: indeed, there was at the table a general feeling of awkwardness and constraint. Philip himself was so far moved, that though he trusted not himself to the language of resentment, he could not altogether suppress a look of indignation at being thus accused of bearing malice against a poor old man. After a little interval of embarrassment, he ventured to say something in vindication of himself; but the very language and manner which he used, sufficiently manifested that he was fearful of offending the old gentleman, and left a very unpleasant impression on the mind of Lady Martindale.