You'd like to know it would go to your own child and your own grandchild;--wouldn't you, sir?
And I'm not badly off, without looking to this place at all, and could give her everything she wants.

But then I don't know that she'd care to marry a farmer." These last words he said in a melancholy tone, as though aware that he was confessing his own disgrace.
The squire had listened to it all, and had not as yet said a word.
And now, when Belton ceased, he did not know what word to speak.

He was a man whose thoughts about women were chivalrous, and perhaps a little old-fashioned.

Of course, when a man contemplates marriage, he could do nothing better, nothing more honourable, than consult the lady's father in the first instance.

But he felt that even a father should be addressed on such a subject with great delicacy.
There should be ambages in such a matter.