And as for looks--I can speak to you as to my own son--Why, handsome is that handsome does." "And that handsome has; for you must honestly put that into the account." "You think so?
So do I! Well, then, Tom,"-- and here Mark was seized with a tendency to St.Vitus's dance, and began overhauling every button on his coat, twitching up his black gloves, till (as undertakers' gloves are generally meant to do) they burst in half-a-dozen places; taking off his hat, wiping his head fiercely, and putting the hat on again behind before; till at last he snatched his arm from Tom's, and gripping him by the shoulder, recommenced-- "You think so, eh?
Well, I must say it, so I'd better have it out now, hatband or none! What do you think of the man who married my daughter, face and all ?" "I should think," quoth Tom, wondering who the happy man could be, "that he would be so lucky in possessing such a heart, that he would be a fool to care about the face." "Then be as good as your word, and take her yourself.

I've watched you this last week, and you'll make her a good husband.

There, I have spoken; let me hear no more about it." And Mark half pushed Tom from him, and puffed on by his side, highly excited.
If Mark had knocked the young Doctor down, he would have been far less astonished and far less puzzled too.

"Well," thought he, "I fancied nothing could throw my steady old engine off the rails; but I am off them now, with a vengeance." What to say he knew not; at last-- "It is just like your generosity, sir; you have been a brother to my father; and now--" "And now I'll be a father to you! Old Mark does nothing by halves." "But, sir, however lucky I should be in possessing Miss Armsworth's heart, what reason have I to suppose that I do so?
I never spoke a word to her.

I needn't say that she never did to me--which--" "Of course she didn't, and of course you didn't.