But I soon found that he was leading a wild dissipated life, and was never likely to be good for anything.

He got into debt, drew bills upon me, and behaved altogether in a most shameful manner.

When I sent for him, and remonstrated with him upon his disgraceful conduct, he told me that I was a miser, that I spent my life in a dog-kennel for the sake of hoarding money, and that I deserved nothing better than his treatment of me.

I may have been better off at this time than I had cared to let him know, for I had soon found out what a reckless scoundrel I had to deal with; but if he had behaved decently, he would have found me generous and indulgent enough.

As it was, I told him to go about his business, and never to expect another sixpence from me as long as he lived.