Mr.Radnor, I am hardly too bold in thinking...

I trust, in appealing to you...

at least I can promise! 'Mr.Sowerby, you have done my daughter the honour to ask her hand in marriage.' He said: 'I have,' and had much to say besides, but deferred: a blow was visible.

The father had been more encouraging to him than the mother.
'You have not known of any circumstance that might cause hesitation in asking ?' 'Miss Radnor ?' 'My daughter:--you have to think of your family.' 'Indeed, Mrs.Radnor, I was coming to London tomorrow, with the consent of my family.' 'You address me as Mrs.Radnor.I have not the legal right to the name.' 'Not legal!' said he, with a catch at the word.
He spun round in her sight, though his demeanour was manfully rigid.
'Have I understood, madam... ?' 'You would not request me to repeat it.

Is that your horse the man is leading ?' 'My horse: it must be my horse.' 'Mount and ride back.