in all cases.

I returned home with a very sad heart. I was deeply afflicted with this
new instance of my brother's selfishness and of my father's infatuation.
"Poor Risberg!" said I; "what will become of thee? I love thee as my
brother. I feel for thy distresses. Would to Heaven I could remove them!
And cannot I remove them? As to contending with my brother's haughtiness
in thy favour, that is a hopeless task. As to my father, he will never
submit to my guidance."

After much fruitless meditation, it occurred to me that I might supply
Risberg's wants from my own purse. My mother's indulgence to me was
without bounds. She openly considered and represented me as the heiress of
her fortunes, and confided fully in my discretion. The chief uses I had
hitherto found for money were charitable ones. I was her almoner. To stand
in the place of my father with respect to Risberg, and supply his
customary stipend from my own purse, was an adventurous undertaking for a
young creature like me. It was impossible to do this clandestinely; at
least, without the knowledge and consent of Mrs. Fielder. I therefore
resolved to declare what had happened, and request her counsel. An
opportunity suitable to this did not immediately offer.

Next morning, as I was sitting alone in the parlour, at work, my
brother came in. Never before had I received a visit from him. My
surprise, therefore, was not small. I started up with the confusion of a
stranger, and requested him, very formally, to be seated.

I instantly saw in his looks marks of displeasure, and, though
unconscious of meriting it, my trepidation increased. He took a seat
without speaking, and after some pause addressed me thus:--