I have been so horribly degraded.

What will she think of me ?" He burst into another explosion of rhapsodies on the subject of Lucilla--mixed up with renewed petitions to me to keep his story concealed from everybody.

I lost all patience with his want of common fortitude and common sense.
"Young Oscar, I should like to box your ears!" I said.

"You are in a villainously unwholesome state about this matter.

Have you nothing else to think of?
Have you no profession?
Are you not obliged to work for your living ?" I spoke, as you perceive, with some force of expression--aided by a corresponding asperity of voice and manner.
Mr.Oscar Dubourg looked at me with the puzzled air of a man who feels an overflow of new ideas forcing itself into his mind.