desman. He always had
horses, but never had a home. When in London he lodged in a single
room, and dined at his club. He was a Colonel of Volunteers, having
got up the regiment known as the Long Shore Riflemen,--the roughest
regiment of Volunteers in all England,--and was reputed to be a
bitter Radical. He was suspected even of republican sentiments, and
ignorant young men about London hinted that he was the grand centre
of the British Fenians. He had been invited to stand for the Tower
Hamlets, but had told the deputation which waited upon him that he
knew a thing worth two of that. Would they guarantee his expenses,
and then give him a salary? The deputation doubted its ability to
promise so much. "I more than doubt it," said Lord George; and then
the deputation went away.

In person he was a long-legged, long-bodied, long-faced man, with
rough whiskers and a rough beard on his upper lip, but with a shorn
chin. His eyes were very deep set in his head, and his cheeks were
hollow and sallow, and yet he looked to be and was a powerful,
healthy man. He had large hands, which seemed to be all bone, and
long arms, and a neck which looked to be long because he so wore his
shirt that much of his throat was always bare. It was manifest enough
that he liked to have good-looking women about him, and yet nobody
presumed it probable that he would marry. For the last two or three
years there had been friendship between him and Mrs. Carbuncle; and
during the last season he had become almost intimate with our Lizzie.
Lizzie thought that perhaps he might be the Corsair whom, sooner or
later in her life, she must certainly encounter.

Sir Griffin Tewett, who at the present period of his existence was
being led about by Lord George, was not exactly an amiable young
baronet. Nor were his circumstances such as make a man amiable. He
was nominally, not only the heir to, but actually the possessor of,
a large property;--but he could not touch the principal, and of the
income only so much as certain legal curmudgeons would allow him. As
Greystock had said, everybody was at law with him,--so successful
had been his father in mismanaging, and miscontrolling, and
misappropriating the property. Tewett Hall had gone to rack and ruin
for four years, and was now let almost for nothing. He was a fair,
frail young man, with a bad eye, and a weak mouth, and a thin hand,
who was fond of liqueurs, and hated to the death any acquaintance who
won a fiv