Rawdon Crawley, Esquire, gave vent to a prodigious whistle, in token of astonishment at this announcement. He couldn't deny it. His father's evident liking for Miss Sharp had not escaped him. He knew the old gentleman's character well; and a more unscrupulous old--whyou--he did not conclude the sentence, but walked home, curling his mustachios, and convinced he had found a clue to Mrs. Bute's mystery.
"By Jove, it's too bad," thought Rawdon, "too bad, by Jove! I do believe the woman wants the poor girl to be ruined, in order that she shouldn't come into the family as Lady Crawley."
When he saw Rebecca alone, he rallied her about his father's attachment in his graceful way. She flung up her head scornfully, looked him full in the face, and said,

Rawdon Crawley gave vent to a prodigious whistle of astonishment. His father's liking for Miss Sharp had not escaped him. He knew the unscrupulous old gentleman's character well; and he walked home, curling his mustachios, and convinced he had discovered Mrs. Bute's intentions.
"By Jove, it's too bad," thought Rawdon. "I do believe the woman wants the poor girl to be ruined, so that she shouldn't come into the family as Lady Crawley."
When he saw Rebecca alone, he rallied her about his father's attachment. She flung up her head scornfully, looked him full in the face, and said,
