I see enough in it to know that three quarters of it are for Madeline." "She has little else to amuse her, sir," said Charlotte with true good nature.
"And I suppose he has nothing else to amuse him," said the doctor, throwing over another letter to his daughter.

It was from some member of the family of Sidonia, and politely requested the father to pay a small trifle of L700, being the amount of a bill discounted in favour of Mr.Ethelbert Stanhope and now overdue for a period of nine months.
Charlotte read the letter, slowly folded it up, and put it under the edge of the tea-tray.
"I suppose he has nothing to amuse him but discounting bills with Jews.

Does he think I'll pay that ?" "I am sure he thinks no such thing," said she.
"And who does he think will pay it ?" "As far as honesty goes I suppose it won't much matter if it is never paid," said she.

"I dare say he got very little of it." "I suppose it won't much matter either," said the father, "if he goes to prison and rots there.

It seems to me that that's the other alternative." Dr.Stanhope spoke of the custom of his youth.