He attempts mock-marriages with ladies of quality; and he attempts murder by stabbing through the back a gentleman who has spared his worthless life.

Not even the president of the Hell Fire Club can countenance these things, strong stomach though he have for villainy.

It is something to have contrived to come so low that even his Grace of Wharton must turn upon him, and swear his ruin.
And so that he may ruin him, his grace is determined to ruin me.

Now you understand, madam--and you, Mr.Caryll." Mr.Caryll understood.

He understood even more than his lordship meant him to understand; more than his lordship understood, himself.