Since his brother's death he has had a sufficient income of his own, so mother says.' 'Sufficient income of his own! Bah! Five or six hundred a year; likely he lives on that! Besides, haven't they soaped old Mutimer into leaving them all his property?
The whole affair is the best illustration one could possibly have of what aristocrats are brought to in a democratic age.

First of all, Godfrey Eldon marries Mutimer's daughter; you are at liberty to believe, if you like, that he would have married her just the same if she hadn't had a penny.

The old fellow is flattered.

They see the hold they have, and stick to him like leeches.

All for want of money, of course.