Though he swore to himself that he would not touch the dram, he would not dash down the full glass that was held to his lips.

He went about the town very wretchedly, looking for the Count, and regarding himself as a man specially marked out for sorrow by the cruel hand of misfortune.

Lady Ongar, in the meantime, was expecting him, and was waxing angry and becoming bitter toward him because he came not.
Sir Hugh Clavering was now in London, and with him was his brother Archie.

Sir Hugh was a man who strained an income, that was handsome and sufficient for a country gentleman, to the very utmost, wanting to get out of it more than it could be made to give.

He was not a man to be in debt, or indulge himself with present pleasures to be paid for out of the funds of future years.