Isn't he a fine young fellow, Helen ?" Helen's heart, at the moment, had followed her eyes, and she did not hear him.
"Hello! what the deuce! By the banks of the Boyne, I believe the girl has lost her hearing.

I say, Helen, isn't Willy Reilly here, that prevented you from being an orphan, a fine young fellow ?" A sudden rosy blush suffused her whole neck and face on hearing this blunt and inconsiderate question.
"What, darling, have you not heard me ?" "If Mr.Reilly were not present, papa, I might give an opinion on that subject; but I trust you will excuse me now." "Well, I suppose so; there's no getting women to speak to the point.
At all events, I would give more than I'll mention that Sir Hobert Whitecraft was as good-looking a specimen of a man; I'll engage, if he was, you would have no objection to say yes, my girl." "I look to the disposition, papa, to the moral feelings and principles, more than to the person.
"Well, Helen, that's right too--all right, darling, and on that account Sir Robert must and ought to be a favorite.

He is not yet forty, and for this he is himself my authority, and forty is the prime of life; yet, with an immense fortune and strong temptations, he has never launched out into a single act of imprudence or folly.

No, Helen, he never sowed a peck of wild oats in his life.

He is, on the contrary, sober, grave, silent--a little too much so, by the way--cautious, prudent, and saving.
No man knows the value of money better, nor can contrive to make it go further.