"Oh! yes, a great credit."
"Don't you think so?"
"How should I not? Vyner is an old name—a good name—it can gain no fresh éclat from honours, but it may from infamy."
"From infamy, Mary?"
"Cecil Chamberlayne, your creditable son-in-law, is a gambler."
"Good heavens!"
"His cab and tiger, his dinners, his trinkets—all come from that infamous source: it is his means of livelihood."
"My poor, poor Blanche!" exclaimed the wretched father, as the tears came into his eyes. "But she shall not stay with him .... I will take her away ... She shall come to us .... she shall."
In vain his wife interposed; he ordered the carriage, and drove at once to Cecil's house.