"Oh dear, no."
"But perhaps the least said the soonest mended. He is not what a gentleman should be."
"You mean a—fine gentleman."
"He is not what a man should be. I cannot say more than that. It would not be for the young lady's happiness that she should select such a partner for her life."
"She is very much attached to him."
"I am sorry that it should be so. But it will be better that she should—live it down. At any rate, I am bound to communicate to you Mr. Grey's decision. Though he does not at all mean to withhold his bounty in regard to any other proposed marriage, he cannot bring himself to pay money to Mr. Juniper."
"Nothing at all?" asked Mrs. Carroll.
"He will make no payment that will go into the pocket of Mr. Juniper."
Then Mr. Barry went, and there was weeping and wailing in the house in Bolsover Terrace. So cruel an uncle as Mr. Grey had never been heard of in history, or even in romance. "I know it's that old cat, Dolly," said Amelia. "Because she hasn't managed to get a husband for herself, she doesn't want any one else to get one."
"My poor child," said Mr. Carroll, in a maudlin condition, "I pity thee from the bottom of my heart!"