His allowance from his father was properly contracted to keep him from excesses, as the genius of his senior devised, and Sir William saw no objection to the scheme, and made none.

The two dined with him about twice in the month.
Edward Blancove was three-and-twenty years old, a student by fits, and a young man given to be moody.

He had powers of gaiety far eclipsing Algernon's, but he was not the same easy tripping sinner and flippant soul.

He was in that yeasty condition of his years when action and reflection alternately usurp the mind; remorse succeeded dissipation, and indulgences offered the soporific to remorse.

The friends of the two imagined that Algernon was, or would become, his evil genius.