She made it up absolutely, and no doubts or difficulties daunted her for an instant.

Loftus should marry Beatrice Meadowsweet long before the six months were out.
Having ascertained positively not only from her mother's lips, but also from those of Mr.Ingram, that the young girl could claim as her portion twenty thousand pounds on her wedding day, Mrs.Bertram felt there was no longer need to hesitate.

Beatrice was quite presentable in herself; she was handsome, she was well-bred, she had a gracious and even careless repose of manner which would pass muster anywhere for the highest breeding.

It would be quite possible to crush that fat and hopelessly vulgar mother, and it would be easy, more than easy, to talk of the wealthy merchant's office instead of the obnoxious draper's shop.
Bertram, who had just moved with the _depot_ of his regiment to Chatham, on returning to his quarters one evening from mess saw lying on his table a thick letter in his mother's handwriting.

He took it up carelessly, and, as he opened it, he yawned.