"He's a pestilential cur, that has got himself introduced into the
family, and the sooner we get quit of him the better. I should think the
young lady would hardly fancy him when she knows that he has lied like
the very devil, with the object of getting her former lover out of the
way."

"By Jove, no, I should think not!"

"And when the world comes to understand that Harry Annesley, in the
midst of all these inquiries, knows all about poor Mountjoy,--was the
last to see him in London,--and has never come forward to say a word
about him, then I think the world will be a little hard upon the
immaculate Harry Annesley. His own uncle has quarrelled with him
already."

"What uncle?"

"The gentleman down in Hertfordshire, on the strength of whose acres
Master Harry is flaunting it about in idleness. I have my eyes open and
can see as well as another. When Harry lectures me about my father and
my father about me, one would suppose that there's not a hole in his own
coat. I think he'll find that the garment is not altogether
water-tight." Then Augustus, finding that he had told as much as was
needful to Septimus Jones, left his friend and went about his own family
business.

On the next morning Septimus Jones took his departure, and on the day
following Augustus followed him. "So you're off?" his father said to
him when he came to make his adieux.