There's two sides to a bargain, you see, William, and I should like things to be looked at in that light between you and me." "You've no call to take offence, Steph," answered the bailiff with a conciliating grin.

"I never said you wasn't a good match for my girl; but a pretty girl and a prudent clever housekeeper like Nell is a fortune in herself to any man." "Then the matter's settled, I suppose," said Mr.Whitelaw; "and the sooner the wedding comes off the better, to my mind.

If my wife that is to be wants anything in the way of new clothes, I shall be happy to put down a twenty-pound note--or I'd go as far as thirty--towards 'em." Ellen shook her head impatiently.
"I want nothing new," she said; "I have as many things as I care to have." "Nonsense, Nell," cried her father, frowning at her in a significant manner to express his disapproval of this folly, and in so doing looking at her for the first time since her suitor's advent.

"Every young woman likes new gowns, and of course you'll take Steph's friendly offer, and thank him kindly for it.

He knows that I'm pretty hard-up just now, and won't be able to do much for you; and it wouldn't do for Mrs.Whitelaw of Wyncomb to begin the world with a shabby turn-out." "Of course not," replied the farmer; "I'll bring you the cash to-morrow evening, Nell; and the sooner you buy your wedding-gown the better.
There's nothing to wait for, you see.