Don't know whether you ever heard of it.' Lady Jocelyn flung herself back in her chair.

'The queerest thing I ever met!' said she.
'Thousand a year to start with,' Old Tom went on, 'and if she marries--I mean if he marries her, I'll settle a thousand per ann.

on the first baby-boy or gal.' 'Hum! Is this gross collusion, Mr.Tom ?' Lady Jocelyn inquired.
'What does that mean ?' 'Have you spoken of this before to any one ?' 'I haven't, my lady.

Decided on it this morning.

Hem! you got a son, too.