My cellar is stocked with old Madeira--some port--some fine sherries--so is your father's.

Have you ever seen him abuse them ?--have you ever seen Mr.Horn or Mr.Kennedy, or any of our gentlemen around here, abuse them?
It's scandalous, Harry! damnable! I love you, my son--love you in a way you know nothing of, but you've got to stop this sort of thing right off.

And so have these young roysterers you associate with.

It's getting worse every day.

I don't wonder your dear mother feels about it as she does.