"Why, you goose! Rawdon has not a shilling but what I give him. He is crible de dettes--he must repair his fortunes, and succeed in the world."
"Is he very clever?" Rebecca asked.
"Clever, my love?--not an idea in the world beyond his horses, and his regiment, and his hunting, and his play; but he must succeed--he's so delightfully wicked. Don't you know he has hit a man, and shot an injured father through the hat only? He's adored in his regiment; and all the young men at Wattier's and the Cocoa-Tree swear by him."

"Why, you goose! Rawdon has not a shilling but what I give him. He must repair his fortunes, and succeed in the world."
"Is he very clever?" Rebecca asked.
"Clever, my love? Not an idea in the world beyond his horses, and his regiment, and his hunting; but he must succeed - he's so delightfully wicked. Don't you know he has shot an injured father through the hat? He's adored in his regiment; and all the young men at the Cocoa-Tree swear by him."
