I must take my chance that Miss Clavering's children, if ever they inherit, do not imitate the mother.

I conclude she will wed that Mainwaring; her children will have a low-born father.
Well, her race at least is pure,--Clavering and St.John are names to guarantee faith and honour; yet you see what she is! Charles Vernon, if her issue inherit the soul of gentlemen, it must come, after all, not from the well-born mother! I have lived to say this,--I who--But perhaps if we had looked more closely into the pedigree of those Claverings--.
Marry yourself,--marry soon, Charles Vernon, my dear kinsman; keep the old house in the old line, and true to its old fame.

Be kind and good to my poor; don't strain on the tenants.

By the way, Farmer Strongbow owes three years' rent,--I forgive him.

Pension him off; he can do no good to the land, but he was born on it, and must not fall on the parish.