"Wicked improvidence! Shameful profligacy; callous-hearted man! To live a rogue and die a beggar--leaving his daughter to the charity of strangers!" "Her case presents the worst feature of the whole," remarked Mr.
Carlyle.

"What will she do for a home ?" "She must, of course, find it with me," replied his lordship; "and, I should hope, a better one than this.

With all these debts and duns at his elbow, Mount Severn's house could not have been a bower of roses." "I fancy she knew nothing of the state of affairs; had seen little, if anything, of the embarrassments," returned Mr.Carlyle.
"Nonsense!" said the peer.
"Mr.Carlyle is right, my lord," observed Mr.Warburton, looking over his spectacles.

"Lady Isabel was in safety at Mount Severn till the spring, and the purchase money from East Lynne--what the earl could touch of it--was a stop-gap for many things, and made matters easy for the moment.

However, his imprudences are at an end now." "No, they are not at an end," returned Lord Mount Severn; "they leave their effects behind them.