I'll only mention now that it's the cause of my present absence from England.

There's a bother that I don't care to encounter, and Sir Gilbert Biggs's nieces are at the bottom of it." "You don't mean this one, I hope ?" cried Dacres, in some alarm.
"Heaven forbid! By Jove! No.

I hope not." "No, I hope not, by Jove!" echoed the other.
"Well, old man," said Hawbury, after a fit of silence, "I suppose you'll push matters on now, hard and fast, and launch yourself into matrimony ?" "Well--I--suppose--so," said Dacres, hesitatingly.
"You _suppose_ so.

Of course you will.

Don't I know you, old chap?
Impetuous, tenacious of purpose, iron will, one idea, and all that sort of thing.