‘Yes, Great-Aunt,’ croaked Ned, ‘but make it short, please. I’ve a monstrous bad head on me.’ ‘So you should have,’ she told him severely. ‘Arriving home at five in the morning and disturbing the sleep of the whole house with your drunken nonsense. If you can’t behave any better than that, I shall have to ask you to find rooms elsewhere. Apart from anything else, it’s a bad example for poor Charles.’ ‘Good God!’ Ned exclaimed, in a voice so loud and shocked that it set his poorly head thundering as though the Lifeguards were riding over it. ‘You can’t do that to me, Great-Aunt. I can’t afford to stay in London on what Sir Hart allows me if you don’t give me a home. You know very well that he saw fit to cut my allowance by over half after last year’s season—which, considering I am his heir, I consider dam’d bad form.’ ‘He only did so because in your drunken folly you ran up debts playing cards which you could not afford to pay—as well as following a life nearly as dissipated as your late wastrel father’s was.
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