We have only John and Maria; and John gets enough out of his own stock-brokering business to keep his curricle and belong to clubs--and--alas! my fears are many for my poor dear boy--I often wish, Thomas, that our John was not so well supplied with money: whereas, poor Maria--" "Tush, ma'am, you're a fool, and have no respect at all for monied men.
Jack's a rich man, mum--knows a trick or two, sticks at nothing on 'Change, shrewd fellow, and therefore, of course I don't stint him: ha! he's a regular Witney comforter, that boy--makes money--ay, for all his seeming extravagance, the clever little rogue knows how to keep it, too.
If you only knew, ma'am, if you only knew--but we don't blab to fools." I dare say "fools" will hear the wise man's secret some day.
"Well, Thomas, I am sure I have no wish to pry into business transactions; all my present hope is to help the cause of our poor dear Maria." "Don't call the girl 'poor,' Lady Dillaway; it's no recommendation, I can tell you, though it may be true enough.

Girls are a bad spec, unless they marry money.

If our girl does this, well; she will indeed be to me a dear Maria, though not a poo-o-o-r one; if she doesn't, let her bide, and be an old maid; for as to marrying this fellow Clement's, I'll cut him adrift to-morrow." "If you do, Sir Thomas, you will break our dear child's heart." "Heart, ma'am! what business has my daughter with a heart ?" [what, indeed ?] "I hate hearts; they were sent, I believe, purposely to make those who are plagued with 'em poo-o-o-r.

Heart, indeed! When did heart ever gain money?
ey?
what?
It'll give, O yes, plenty--plenty, to charities, and churches, and orphans, and beggars, and any thing else, by way of getting rid of gold; but as to gaining--bah! heart indeed--pauperizing bit of muscle! save me from wearing under my waistcoat what you're pleased to call a heart.

No, mum, no; if the girl has got a heart to break, I've done with her.