From such temptations as that the repentant dram-drinker knows that he must fly.
But though he did not go after the fire-water of Bolton Street, neither was he able to satisfy himself with the cool fountain of Onslow Crescent.

He was wretched at this time--ill-satisfied with himself and others--and was no fitting companion for Cecilia Burton.

The world, he thought, had used him ill.

He could have been true to Julia Brabazon when she was well-nigh penniless.

It was not for her money that he had regarded her.