'His blood was too red to be spared when that sort of paint was in request.

He suffered, sir, as you call it--that is, he was murdered in cold blood, with many a pretty fellow besides.

Well, we may have our day next--what is fristed is not forgiven--they think us all dead and buried--but'-- Here he filled his glass, and muttering some indistinct denunciations, drank it off, and assumed his usual manner, which had been a little disturbed towards the end of the narrative.
'What became of Mr.Redgauntlet's child ?' said Fairford.
MISTER Redgauntlet! He was Sir Henry Redgauntlet, as his son, if the child now lives, will be Sir Arthur--I called him Harry from intimacy, and Redgauntlet, as the chief of his name--His proper style was Sir Henry Redgauntlet.' 'His son, therefore, is dead ?' said Alan Fairford.

'It is a pity so brave a line should draw to a close.' 'He has left a brother,' said Summertrees, 'Edward Hugh Redgauntlet, who has now the representation of the family.

And well it is; for though he be unfortunate in many respects, he will keep up the honour of the house better than a boy bred up amongst these bitter Whigs, the relations of his elder brother Sir Henry's lady.