The things we do!

"You can make him a handsome allowance now, and leave him a good fortune
when you die!" says the nephew, in a noble and courageous manner,--and as
if he said Twelve times twelve are a hundred and forty-four and you have
Sir Barnes Newcome's authority--Sir Barnes Newcome's, mind you--to say
so.
"Not when I die, Barnes," the uncle goes on. "I will give him every
shilling I am worth to-morrow morning, if he marries as I wish him."
"Tant mieux pour lui!" cries the nephew; and thought to himself, "Lady
Clara must ask Clive to dinner instantly. Confound the fellow. I hate
him--always have; but what luck he has!"
"A man with that property may pretend to a good wife, as the French say;
hey Barnes?" asks the Colonel, rather eagerly looking up in his nephew's
face.
That countenance was lighted up with a generous enthusiasm. "To any
woman, in any rank--to a nobleman's daughter, my dear sir!" exclaims Sir
Barnes.
"I want your sister; I want dear Ethel for him, Barnes," cries Thomas
Newcome, with a trembling voice, and a twinkle in his eyes.


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