He's to meet the burning Miss Mattock, who has gold on her crown and a lot on her treasury, Phil, my boy! but I'm bound in honour not to propose it.

And a nice girl, a prize; afresh healthy girl; and brains: the very girl! But she's jotted down for the Adisters, if Colonel Arthur can look lower than his nose and wag his tongue a bit.
She's one to be a mother of stout ones that won't run up big doctors' bills or ask assistance in growing.

Her name's plain Jane, and she 's a girl to breed conquerors; and the same you may say of her brother John, who 's a mighty fit man, good at most things, though he counts his fortune in millions, which I've heard is lighter for a beggar to perform than in pounds, but he can count seven, and beat any of us easy by showing them millions! We might do something for them at home with a million or two, Phil.

It all came from the wedding of a railway contractor, who sprang from the wedding of a spade and a clod--and probably called himself Mattock at his birth, no shame to him.' 'You're for the city,' said Philip, after they had walked down the street.
'Not I,' said Con.

'Let them play Vesuvius down there.