Sure enough, they were.
"What do you suppose I found when we got back this afternoon, Mr.
Griggs?
Why, this hair-brained young Kildare has been proposing to my niece----" his horse stumbled, but recovered himself in a moment.
"You don't mean it," said I, rather startled.
"Oh no, no, no.

I don't mean that at all.

Ha! ha! ha! very good, very good.

No, no.

Lord Steepleton wants us all to go on a tiger-hunt to amuse John, and he proposes--ha! ha!--really too funny of me--that Miss Westonhaugh should go with us." "I suppose you have no objection, Mr.Ghyrkins?
Ladies constantly go on such expeditions, and they do not appear to be the least in the way." "Objections?
Of course I have objections.