Boythorn and his man," to me, "will be here this afternoon, my dear." I took care that the necessary preparations were made for Mr.
Boythorn's reception, and we looked forward to his arrival with some curiosity.

The afternoon wore away, however, and he did not appear.
The dinner-hour arrived, and still he did not appear.

The dinner was put back an hour, and we were sitting round the fire with no light but the blaze when the hall-door suddenly burst open and the hall resounded with these words, uttered with the greatest vehemence and in a stentorian tone: "We have been misdirected, Jarndyce, by a most abandoned ruffian, who told us to take the turning to the right instead of to the left.

He is the most intolerable scoundrel on the face of the earth.

His father must have been a most consummate villain, ever to have such a son.