Baronet's wife, "I had an instinct that we should find him an unpleasant person."
"Fudge! if you had such a fine instinct, why did you let us go to Transome Court and make fools of ourselves?"
"Would you have listened to me? But of course you will not have him to dine with you?"
"Dine with me? I should think not. I'd sooner he should dine off me. I see how it is clearly enough. He has become a regular beast among those Mahometans — he's got neither religion nor morals left. He can't know anything about English politics. Hell go and cut his own nose off as a landholder, and never know. However, he won't get in — he'll spend his money for nothing."
"I fear he is a very licentious man," said Lady Debarry. "We know now why his mother seemed so uneasy. I should think she reflects a little, poor creature."
"It's a confounded nuisance we didn't meet Christian on our way, instead of coming back; but better now than later. He's an uncommonly adroit, useful fellow, that factotum of Philip's. I wish Phil would take my man and give me Christian. I'd make him house-steward; he might reduce the accounts a little."
