I have no doubt Tom Cogglesby means what he says, and will do it.
So there we will leave the matter till we hear from Elburne House.' Sir Franks groaned at the thought.
'How much does he offer to settle on them ?' he asked.
'A thousand a year on the marriage, and the same amount to the first child.

I daresay the end would be that they would get all.' Sir Franks nodded, and remained with one eye-brow pitiably elevated above the level of the other.
'Anything but a tailor!' he exclaimed presently, half to himself.
'There is a prejudice against that craft,' her ladyship acquiesced.
'Beranger--let me see--your favourite Frenchman, Franks, wasn't it his father ?--no, his grandfather.

"Mon pauvre et humble grand-pyre," I think, was a tailor.

Hum! the degrees of the thing, I confess, don't affect me.

One trade I imagine to be no worse than another.' 'Ferdinand's allowance is about a thousand,' said Sir Franks, meditatively.
'And won't be a farthing more till he comes to the title,' added her ladyship.
'Well,' resumed Sir Franks, 'it's a horrible bother!' His wife philosophically agreed with him, and the subject was dropped.
Lady Jocelyn felt with her husband, more than she chose to let him know, and Sir Franks could have burst into anathemas against fate and circumstances, more than his love of a smooth world permitted.