The man who gets her will have a jew'l to a wife, sir; and I drink his health, sir, and ye know who I mean, Major." "I am not surprised at young or old falling in love with her," said the Major, "and frankly must tell you, that though I was very angry with my poor nephew Arthur, when I heard of the boy's passion--now I have seen the lady I can pardon him any extent of it.

By George, I should like to enter for the race myself, if I weren't an old fellow and a poor one." "And no better man, Major, I'm sure," cried Jack enraptured.
"Your friendship, sir, delights me.

Your admiration for my girl brings tears to me eyes--tears, sir--manlee tears--and when she leaves me humble home for your own more splendid mansion, I hope she'll keep a place for her poor old father, poor old Jack Costigan."-- The Captain suited the action to the word, and his bloodshot eyes were suffused with water, as he addressed the Major.
"Your sentiments do you honour," the other said.

"But, Captain Costigan, I can't help smiling at one thing you have just said." "And what's that, sir ?" asked Jack, who was at a too heroic and sentimental pitch to descend from it.

You were speaking about our splendid mansion--my sister's house, I mean.
"I mane the park and mansion of Arthur Pendennis, Esquire, of Fairoaks Park, whom I hope to see a Mimber of Parliament for his native town of Clavering, when he is of ege to take that responsible stetion," cried the Captain with much dignity.
The Major smiled as he recognised a shaft of his own bow.