“Then thou choose a proper husband for thy daughter and settle it upon her. Her husband must take the name o’ Hallam; and thy grandchildren by Elizabeth will be as near to thee as they would be by Antony.”
“Elizabeth has chosen her husband. He is a son of my aunt, Martha Hallam; the daughter of Sibbald Hallam.”
“What does ta want better? That’s famous!”
“But he’s an American.”
“Then we must mak’ an Englishman o’ him. T’ Hallams must be kept up. What’s his name?”
“Fontaine.”
“It’s a varry Frenchified name. I should think he’d be glad to get rid o’ it. Where is he now? At Hallam?”
“He is in t’ Holy Land somewhere.”
“Is he a parson?”
“No, he’s a planter; and a bit o’ a lawyer, too.”