He was smiling pleasantly.
"And you think there is a chance of her marrying you--unless, of course, something better turns up ?" "With all due modesty I do." Sir John's hand was at his mouth.

He stood up his full six feet two and looked hard at his son, whose eyes were level with his own.

They were ideal representatives of their school.
"And what do you propose marrying upon?
She, I understand, has about eight hundred a year.

I respect you too much to suspect any foolish notions of love in a cottage." Jack Meredith made no reply.

He was entirely dependent upon his father.
"Of course," said Sir John, "when I die you will be a baronet, and there will be enough to live on like a gentleman.