Then added, "Of course you might not have heard; the dean and I keep these things private as much as we can; but he was 'rusticated' a year and a half ago." Miss Gascoigne might have known this fact or not; anyhow, she was determined not to yield her point.
"Well, and if he were, doubtless it was for some youthful folly--debt, or the like.

Now he has came into his property, he will sow his wild oats and become perfectly respectable." "I hope so--I sincerely hope so," said Dr.Grey, not without a trace of agitation in his manner deeper than the occasion seemed to warrant.
"But, in the meantime, he is not the sort of person whom I should wish the ladies of my family to have among their visiting acquaintance." The argument had now waxed so warm that both parties forgot, or appeared to forget Christian, who sat silent, listening to it all--listening with a kind of wondering eagerness as to what her husband would say-- her husband, a man in every way the very opposite of this man--Sir Edwin Uniacke.

How would he feel about him?
how judge him?
Or how much had he known him to judge him by?
On this last head Dr.Grey was impenetrable, he parried, Or gave vague general replies to all Miss Gascoigne's questions.

She gained nothing except the firm, decided answer, "I will not have Sir Edwin Uniacke visiting at the Lodge." "But why not ?" insisted Miss Gascoigne, roused by opposition into greater obstinacy.

"Did we not meet him at the vice chancellor's?
And he told me of two or three houses where we should be sure to meet him again next week." "I can not help that, but in my own house I choose my own society." "Your reasons ?" insisted Miss Gascoigne, now seriously angry.