Rakehelly

“I still have an objection,” said Albert, “to yonder impudent rakehelly fellow, styling himself a cavalier, who rushed himself on our company last night, and gained my father’s heart by a story of the storm of Brentford, which I dare say the rogue never saw.”

Mr. Edwards had an appointment, he said—nothing good, you may be sure—they were a rake-helly set—saving your presence.