Why does the idea of Mr. Renshaw’s marriage amuse you so much, Lord Dangars?
Lord Dangars.
My dear Mr. Murray, I am not laughing at Renshaw’s marriage, but it tickles me confoundedly to think that you, my Quixotic young friend, are to assist at laying the marble slab upon dear old Dunstan’s bachelor days—and nights.
Hugh Murray.
You mean that Mr. Renshaw is not, according to my qualification, an eligible husband for a pure honest-hearted woman?
Lord Dangars.
Oh, come, come, Mr. Murray, let us be men of the world. Renshaw’s a good fellow, just one of my own sort; that’s all I mean. [Hugh turns away impatiently.] May I beg to know who’s the lady?
Hugh Murray.
Miss Leslie Brudenell—an orphan—my partner’s ward.