Your poor father would have reason to be proud of you, indeed, had he lived to see you now.

He thought that he was wonderfully fortunate, in obtaining a majority at the age of thirty-five; but you have got it ten years younger.
"Well, we have not spared you, for we have kept you talking over four hours." Dinner passed off quickly, and when wine had been placed on the table, and the servants retired, Mr.Lindsay said: "You will understand, Harry, that although absolutely certain that you are my nephew, I do not resign, and offer you my seat at the head of the table, until the documents that you have brought are formally examined." "What do you mean, uncle ?" Harry asked, in surprise.
"I mean, of course, that as your father's son, this estate is yours, and not mine." Harry rose to his feet.
"I don't understand you, uncle.

I never dreamt for a moment--" and he stopped.
"That your father was my eldest brother.

Yes, he was a year older than myself; and at his father's death would, of course, have succeeded to the estate.

But he died before him; and you, as his son, will of course succeed." "But I could not dream of such a thing, uncle.