"Stop--what are you going to tell her ?" "That you consent, sir.

God bless you! God bless you! Oh!" "Yes, but that I advise you to wait." "I'll tell her all," said Staines, and rushed out even as he spoke, and upset a heavy chair with a loud thud.
"Ah! ah!" cried the old gentleman in dismay, and put his fingers in his ears--too late.

"I see," said he, "there will be no peace and quiet now till they are out of the house." He lighted a soothing cigar to counteract the fracas.
"Poor little Rosa! a child but yesterday, and now to encounter the cares of a wife, and perhaps a mother.

Ah! she is but young, but young." The old gentleman prophesied truly; from that moment he had no peace till he withdrew all semblance of dissent, and even of procrastination.
Christopher insured his life for six thousand pounds, and assigned the policy to his wife.

Four hundred pounds was handed to Mr.Lusignan to pay the premiums until the genius of Dr.Staines should have secured him that large professional income, which does not come all at once, even to the rare physician, who is Capax, Efficax, Sagax.
The wedding-day was named.