'I know what I'm about.

I've thought it over thoroughly.

You don't think it too soon, I hope ?' Horace's pipe was going out; he held it against his knee and regarded it with unconscious eyes.
'I dare say it won't be,' said Mr.Lord, 'when you have found a suitable wife.' 'Oh, but you misunderstand me.

I mean that I have decided to marry a particular person.' 'And who may that be ?' 'The younger Miss.

French--Fanny.' His voice quivered over the name; at the end he gave a gasp and a gulp.