I want to have a word with you.' 'Maynard, my boy,' he began, as soon as they were seated, tapping his snuff-box, and looking radiant at the idea of the unexpected pleasure he was about to give, 'why shouldn't we have two happy couples instead of one, before the autumn is over, eh ?' 'Eh ?' he repeated, after a moment's pause, lengthening out the monosyllable, taking a slow pinch, and looking up at Maynard with a sly smile.
'I'm not quite sure that I understand you, sir,' answered Mr.Gilfil, who felt annoyed at the consciousness that he was turning pale.
'Not understand me, you rogue?
You know very well whose happiness lies nearest to my heart after Anthony's.

You know you let me into your secrets long ago, so there's no confession to make.

Tina's quite old enough to be a grave little wife now; and though the Rectory's not ready for you, that's no matter.

My lady and I shall feel all the more comfortable for having you with us.

We should miss our little singing-bird if we lost her all at once.' Mr.Gilfil felt himself in a painfully difficult position.