He will inherit the property no doubt, and Sir William told me that he had settled a decent fortune on him; but for Delia--no--no--no.

Strange, isn't it, when Lady Harriet over there aches for him, Indian blood and all?
And why?
Because this is a good property, and the fellow is distinguished and romantic-looking: but he is impossible--perfectly impossible.

Every line of his face says shipwreck." "You are not usually so prophetic." "Of course.

But I am prophetic now, for Delia is more than interested, silly chuck! Did you ever read the story of the other Gaston--Sir Gaston--whom this one resembles?
No?
Well, you will find it thinly disguised in The Knight of Five Joys.

He was killed at Naseby, my dear; killed, not by the enemy, but by a page in Rupert's cavalry.