I told her that this was not satisfactory, and I might say quite the opposite; that having "alluded" to whatever it might be, she was bound to tell me all about it.

That I had lived in very many countries, in all of which wrong things continually went on, of which I continually heard just in that sort of way and no more.

Enough to make one uncomfortable, but not enough to keep one instructed and vigilant as to things that ought to be avoided.
Upon this she yielded either to my arguments or to her own dislike of unreasonable silence, and gave me the following account of the misfortunes of Lord Castlewood: Herbert William Castlewood was the third son of Dean Castlewood, a younger brother of my grandfather, and was born in the year 1806.

He was older, therefore, than my father, but still (even before my father's birth, which provided a direct heir) there were many lives betwixt him and the family estates.

And his father, having as yet no promotion in the Church, found it hard to bring up his children.