It would have been a difficult matter to have made a tool of one, whose suspicions were always wide awake; who never acted from impulse, or without a motive, and who had a shrewd knack of rendering the passions of others subservient to his own.
He was devoted to sensual pleasures, but the mask he wore, so effectually concealed his vicious propensities, that the most cautious parents would have admitted him without hesitation into their family circle.

Robert Moncton thought himself master of the mind of his son, and fancied him a mere puppet in his hands; but his cunning was foiled by the superior cunning of Theophilus, and he ultimately became the dupe and victim of the being for whose aggrandizement he did not scruple to commit the worst crimes.
Theophilus was extremely neat in his dress, and from the cravat to the well-polished boot, his costume was perfect.

An effeminate, solemn-looking dandy outwardly--within, as ferocious and hard a human biped as ever disgraced the name of man.
"Well, Geoff!" said he, condescendingly presenting his hand, "what have you been doing for the last two years ?" "Writing, in the old place," said I, carelessly.
"A fixture!--ha, ha! 'A rolling stone,' they say, 'gathers no moss.' How does that agree with your stationary position ?" "It only proves, that all proverbs have two sides to them," said I.
"You roll about the world and scatter the moss that I sit here to help accumulate." "What a lucky dog you are," said he, "to escape so easily from the snares and temptations of this wicked world.

While I am tormented with ennui, blue-devils and dyspepsia, you sit still and grow in stature and knowledge.

By Jove! you are too big to wear my cast-off suits now.