Of course you will; and you'll be married in a month." "Well," said Dacres, in the same hesitating way, "not so soon as that, I'm afraid." "Why not ?" "Why, I have to get the lady first." "The lady; oh, she seems to be willing enough, judging from your description.

Her pleading look at you.

Why, man, there was love at first sight.

Then tumbling down the crater of a volcano, and getting fished out.

Why, man, what woman could resist a claim like that, especially when it is enforced by a man like Scone Dacres?
And, by Jove! Sconey, allow me to inform you that I've always considered you a most infernally handsome man; and what's more, my opinion is worth something, by Jove!" Hereupon Hawbury stretched his head and shoulders back, and pulled away with each hand at his long yellow pendent whiskers.