How was he to say what he thought about Mountjoy Scarborough, even though he should have no feeling to prevent him from expressing the truth?
He knew, or thought that he knew, Mountjoy Scarborough to be a thorough blackguard; one whom no sense of honesty kept from spending money, and who was now a party to robbing his creditors without the slightest compunction,--for it was in Harry's mind that Mountjoy and his father were in league together to save the property by rescuing it from the hands of the Jews.

He would have thought the same as to the old squire,--only that the old squire had not interfered with him in reference to Florence Mountjoy.
And then there was present to his mind the brutal attack which had been made on himself in the street.

According to his views Mountjoy Scarborough was certainly a blackguard; but he did not feel inclined quite to say so to the brother, nor was he perfectly certain as to his host's honesty.

It might be that the three Scarboroughs were all in a league together; and if so, he had done very wrong, as he then remembered, to say that he would go down to Tretton.

When, therefore, he was asked the question he could only hold his tongue.
"I suppose you have some scruple in speaking because he's my brother?
You may drop that altogether." "I think that his career has been what the novel-reader would call romantic; but what I, who am not one of them, should describe as unfortunate." "Well, yes; taking it altogether it has been unfortunate.