Nothing that he has affords him any satisfaction; though, if it is of great cost, Chaplain Whymper tells me that he derives a momentary pleasure from its willful damage.

This man and one other are the only persons of intelligence about Carew; but even they have no influence with him that can be depended on.

If madness were always hereditary indeed, I might consider myself doomed.

You were right there, I own; but you must needs allow that in undertaking this adventure contrary to your advice I have effected something.

The chaplain is already speculating upon my future fortunes, and he knows his patron better than any body; at all events, if I am turned out of doors to-morrow (which I am aware is quite on the cards), I shall have three hundred pounds in my pocket, which Carew, with a 'Catch that,' threw me in notes, exactly as you throw a chicken-bone to _Dandy_ as he sits on his hind-legs, though I did not 'beg' for them, I do assure you.
The immediate cause of my being invited hither was as follows [here the writer described his exploit with the stags].