Now, Ferdinand Laxley was just the match for Rose.

Born to a title and fine estate, he was evidently fond of her, and there had been a gentle hope in the bosom of Sir Franks that the family fatality would cease, and that Rose would marry both money and blood.
From this happy delusion poor Sir Franks was awakened to hear that his daughter had plighted herself to the son of a tradesman: that, as the climax to their evil fate, she who had some blood and some money of her own--the only Jocelyn who had ever united the two--was desirous of wasting herself on one who had neither.

The idea was so utterly opposed to the principles Sir Franks had been trained in, that his intellect could not grasp it.

He listened to his sister, Mrs.Shorne: he listened to his wife; he agreed with all they said, though what they said was widely diverse: he consented to see and speak to Evan, and he did so, and was much the most distressed.

For Sir Franks liked many things in life, and hated one thing alone--which was 'bother.' A smooth world was his delight.