He'd go to the deuce to be seen with a lord.

He pays their dinners at Greenwich, and they invite the company." "And very pretty company too, I dare say." "Quite right, Miss Sharp.

Right, as usual, Miss Sharp.

Uncommon pretty company--haw, haw!" and the Captain laughed more and more, thinking he had made a good joke.
"Rawdon, don't be naughty!" his aunt exclaimed.
"Well, his father's a City man--immensely rich, they say.

Hang those City fellows, they must bleed; and I've not done with him yet, I can tell you.