If he is only worthy of her, as worthy as any man could be." "That he is, James.

Why, I'll be bound you have heard of him.

It is young Mr.Wardlaw." Seaton started up in bed.

"Who?
Wardlaw?
what Wardlaw ?" "What Wardlaw?
why, the great London merchant, his son.

Leastways he manages the whole concern now, I hear; the old gentleman, he is retired by all accounts." "CURSE HIM! CURSE HIM! CURSE HIM!" yelled James Seaton, with his eyes glaring fearfully and both hands beating the air.
Sarah Wilson recoiled with alarm.
"That angel marry _him!"_ shrieked Seaton.