"A pot of it,—if all they say's true."
"But all they say isn't true. All they say never is true."
"I suppose he's got something?"
"Yes, he's got something."
"And how is it to be?"
"He's given the girl four hundred pounds on the nail,"—upon this Mr. Juniper turned up his nose,—"and fifty pounds for her wedding-clothes."
"He'd better let me have that."
"Girls think so much of it,"—Mr. Juniper only shook his head,—"and, upon my word, it's more than she had a right to expect."
"It ain't what she had a right to expect; but I,"—here Mr. Carroll shook his head,—"I said five hundred pounds out, and I means to hold by it. That's about it. If he wants to get the girl married, why—he must open his pocket. It isn't very much that I'm asking. I'm that sort of a fellow that, if I didn't want it, I'd take her without a shilling."
"But you are that sort of fellow that always does want it."