The things we do!

Ahem! this is tolerable claret. I
wonder where Clive gets it?"
"You were speaking about that indigo, Colonel!" here Barnes interposes.
"Our house has done very little in that way, to be sure but I suppose
that our credit is about as good as Battie's and Jolly's, and if----" but
the Colonel is in a brown study.
"Clive will have a good bit of money when I die," resumes Clive's father.
"Why, you are a hale man--upon my word, quite a young man, and may marry
again, Colonel," replies the nephew fascinatingly.
"I shall never do that," replies the other. "Ere many years are gone, I
shall be seventy years old, Barnes."
"Nothing in this country, my dear sir! positively nothing. Why, there was
Titus, my neighbour in the country--when will you come down to Newcome?--
who married a devilish pretty girl, of very good family, too, Miss
Burgeon, one of the Devonshire Burgeons. He looks, I am sure, twenty
years older than you do. Why should not you do likewise?"
"Because I like to remain single, and want to leave Clive a rich man.


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