He's some worthless spark who's got hold of her for his own amusement.

Oh, the silly hussy! What could that prim Mistress Pinwell have been about?
A fine boarding school indeed! She can't go back.

But I won't have her here turning the heads of the men.
That dull lout, Bob Dobson, 'ud as lieve throw his money into her lap as he'd swallow a mug of ale.

What'll her fine friends do for her now?
Nothing.

She's ruined herself.