Should like to have seen you making love to my daughter, indeed! No, sir; it's my will and pleasure.

I've settled it, and done it shall be! I shall go home and tell Mary, and she'll obey me--I should like to see her do anything else! Hoity, toity, fathers must be masters, sir! even in these fly-away new times, when young ones choose their own husbands, and their own politics, and their own hounds, and their own religion too, and be hanged to them!" What did this unaccustomed bit of bluster mean?
for unaccustomed it was; and Tom knew well that Mary Armsworth had her own way, and managed her father as completely as he managed Whitbury.
"Humph! It is impossible; and yet it must be.

This explains his being so anxious that Lord Minchampstead should approve of me.

I have found favour in the poor dear thing's eyes, I suppose: and the good old fellow knows it, and won't betray her, and so shams tyrant.

Just like him!" But--that Mary Armsworth should care for him! Vain fellow that he was to fancy it! And yet, when he began to put things together, little silences, little looks, little nothings, which all together might make something.