Frankly, if you can like my niece, win her; settle here while I live, put the Grange to nurse, and recruit yourself by fresh air and field-sports.

Zounds, Charles, I love you, and that's the truth! Give me your hand!" "And a grateful heart with it, sir," said Vernon, warmly, evidently affected, as he started from his indolent position and took the hand extended to him.

"Believe me, I do not covet your wealth, nor do I envy my cousin anything so much as the first place in your regard." "Prettily said, my boy, and I don't suspect you of insincerity.

What think you, then, of my plan ?" Mr.Vernon seemed embarrassed; but recovering himself with his usual ease, he replied archly: "Perhaps, sir, it will be of little use to know what I think of your plan; my fair cousin may have upset it already." "Ha, sir! let me look at you.

So, so! you are not jesting.