“I never heard of her,” muttered the old man, dreamily.
“An Earl's daughter, sir; the ninth Earl of Glengariff,” said Dunn, pompously.
“What 's her fortune, Davy? She ought to bring you a good fortune.”
“Say rather, sir, it is I that should make a splendid settlement,—so proud a connection should meet its suitable acknowledgment.”
“I understand little about them things, Davy; but there's one thing I do know, there never was the woman born I 'd make independent of me if she was my wife. It is n't in nature, and it isn't in reason.”
“I can only say, sir, that with your principles you would not marry into the peerage.”
“Maybe I 'd find one would suit me as well elsewhere.”
“That is very possible, sir,” was the dry reply.
“And if she cost less, maybe she'd wear as well,” said the old man, peevishly; “but I suppose your Lordship knows best what suits your Lordship's station.”
“That also is possible, sir,” said Dunn, coldly.