Now, with his improved prospects, he will want a royal princess or something not much short of it.

Money, rank, and blood might have done before, but he'll expect youth, beauty, and wit now, as well as the other things.

He may marry after all, for he is just the man to walk out of a church some day with the cookmaid under his arm as his wife." "Perhaps he may find something between a princess and a cookmaid." "I hope, for your sake, he may not--neither a princess nor a cookmaid, nor anything between." "He has my leave to marry to-morrow, Lady Ongar.

If I had my wish, Hugh should have his house full of children." "Of course that is the proper thing to say, Harry." "I won't stand that from you, Lady Ongar.

What I say, I mean; and no one knows that better than you." "Won't you, Harry?
From whom, then, if not from me?
But come, I will do you justice, and believe you to be simple enough to wish anything of the kind.