It was manifest, also, that she had some little hesitation in speaking to him about his engagement.

He did not for a moment doubt that she was aware of it.

And in this way matters went on between them till the ladies left the room.
"So you're going to be married, too," said the Honourable George, by whose side Crosbie found himself seated when the ladies were gone.
Crosbie was employing himself upon a walnut, and did not find it necessary to make any answer.
"It's the best thing a fellow can do," continued George; "that is, if he has been careful to look to the main chance,--if he hasn't been caught napping, you know.

It doesn't do for a man to go hanging on by nothing till he finds himself an old man." "You've feathered your own nest, at any rate." "Yes; I've got something in the scramble, and I mean to keep it.
Where will John be when the governor goes off the hooks?
Porlock wouldn't give him a bit of bread and cheese and a glass of beer to save his life;--that is to say, not if he wanted it." "I'm told your elder brother is going to be married." "You've heard that from John.

He's spreading that about everywhere to take a rise out of me.