lumbered

— ‘And you're going to marry her, are you? Or have you knocked her up?’ ‘No. Neither.’ ‘So you’re just going out? You’re not lumbered?’

— But I knew that he was married only a week ago, and never dreamt that he would leave his pretty wife to poke his nose into Banks's crib. What an infernal oversight on my part! And now — here I am, regularly lumbered; and all the swag arising from Kate Wilmot's business is in the hands of that canting sneak Banks! Damnation to Richard Markham! I shall swing for this if I don't take precious good care.