"I tell you, Mr.
Trevethick, this letter is full of lies, or rather it is written by a madman.

I am not a bastard; I am not a pauper.

I have an independence of my own, though, indeed, it is small compared with my expectations.

My mother makes me a good allowance.

I am a gentleman, and I have a right to be listened to by any man, when I ask leave to be his daughter's lover." "Let us leave alone your gentility, Sir, and your mother's allowances," sneered the landlord, "since there is no means of gauging either the one or the other.