Rawdon quirked an eyebrow as she guessed the man himself, and then gave her a steady nod. "That's him, yes," he agreed, and then laughed at her assessment of his character. "It was a couple of years ago I knew him. A dirty cheat who'd stab his own brother in the back for a shilling," he commented. Funny, that money he'd owed him did turn up eventually... he had no idea how that had come about, though.
Well, that was interesting. No money. No status. "Christ, that sounds too good to be true," he admitted after a moment. He was sick of all the deceit of social climbers, and he could do without having to beg his relatives for a coin. Being the younger son was to always have your hand out.