The Squire thought vaguely of the brother--no doubt a young lieutenant.

Could interest be made for him ?--with some of the bigwigs.

Then his--very intermittent--sense of humour asserted itself.

He to make interest with anybody--for anybody--in connection with the war! He, who had broken with every soldier-friend he ever had, because of his opinions about the war!--and was anathema throughout the country for the same reason.
Like all members of old families in this country he had a number of aristocratic and wealthy kinsfolk, the result of Mannering marriages in the past.

But he had never cared for any of them, except to a mild degree for his sister, Lady Cassiobury, who was ten years older than himself, and still paid long visits to Mannering, which bored him hugely.