Jawleyford, to be sure, is young,' thought he; 'may live a long time' (puff).

'If Mrs.J.were to die (Curse--the cigar's burnt my lips'), added he, throwing the remnant into the fire, and rolling out of the chair to prepare for turning into bed.
If any one had told Sponge that there was a rich papa and mamma on the look-out merely for amiable young men to bestow their fair daughters upon, he would have laughed them to scorn, and said, 'Why, you fool, they are only laughing at you'; or 'Don't you see they are playing you off against somebody else ?' But our hero, like other men, was blind where he himself was concerned, and concluded that he was the exception to the general rule.
Mr.and Mrs.Jawleyford had their consultation too.
'Well,' said Mr.Jawleyford, seating himself on the high wire fender immediately below a marble bust of himself on the mantelpiece; 'I think he'll do.' 'Oh, no doubt,' replied Mrs.Jawleyford, who never saw any difficulty in the way of a match; 'I should say he is a very nice young man,' continued she.
'Rather brusque in his manner, perhaps,' observed Jawleyford, who was quite the 'lady' himself.

'I wonder what he was ?' added he, fingering away at his whiskers.
'He's rich, I've no doubt,' replied Mrs.Jawleyford.
'What makes you think so ?' asked her loving spouse.
'I don't know,' replied Mrs.Jawleyford; 'somehow I feel certain he is--but I can't tell why--all fox-hunters are.' 'I don't know that,' replied Jawleyford, who knew some very poor ones.

'I should like to know what he has,' continued Jawleyford musingly, looking up at the deeply corniced ceiling as if he were calculating the chances among the filagree ornaments of the centre.
'A hundred thousand, perhaps,' suggested Mrs.Jawleyford, who only knew two sums--fifty and a hundred thousand.
'That's a vast of money,' replied Jawleyford, with a slight shake of the head.
'Fifty at least, then,' suggested Mrs.Jawleyford, coming down half-way at once.
'Well, if he has that, he'll do,' rejoined Jawleyford, who also had come down considerably in his expectations since the vision of his railway days, at whose bright light he had burnt his fingers.
'He was said to have an immense fortune--I forget how much--at Laverick Wells,' observed Mrs.Jawleyford.
'Well, we'll see,' said Jawleyford, adding, 'I suppose either of the girls will be glad enough to take him ?' 'Trust them for that,' replied Mrs.Jawleyford, with a knowing smile and nod of the head: 'trust them for that,' repeated she.

'Though Amelia does turn up her nose and pretend to be fine, rely upon it she only wants to be sure that he's worth having.' 'Emily seems ready enough, at all events,' observed Jawleyford.
'She'll never get the chance,' observed Mrs.Jawleyford.