In the race of fashion the resolute and active De Mogyns has passed the poor old Clapperclaw.

Her progress in gentility may be traced by the sets of friends whom she has courted, and made, and cut, and left behind her.

She has struggled so gallantly for polite reputation that she has won it: pitilessly kicking down the ladder as she advanced degree by degree.
Irish relations were first sacrificed; she made her father dine in the steward's room, to his perfect contentment: and would send Sir Alured thither like-wise but that he is a peg on which she hopes to hang her future honours; and is, after all, paymaster of her daughter's fortunes.
He is meek and content.

He has been so long a gentleman that he is used to it, and acts the part of governor very well.

In the day-time he goes from the 'Union' to 'Arthur's,' and from 'Arthur's' to the 'Union.' He is a dead hand at piquet, and loses a very comfortable maintenance to some young fellows, at whist, at the 'Travellers'.' His son has taken his father's seat in Parliament, and has of course joined Young England.