Sir Simon. Oh, let him wait.
[Exit Servant.
At all events, I can't see this person for these two hours.—I wish you would see him for me.
Frank. Certainly, sir,—any thing is refuge to me, now, from the subject of matrimony.
[Aside, and going.
Sir Simon. But a word before you go. Damn it, my dear lad, why can't you perceive I am labouring this marriage for your good? We shall ennoble the Rochdales:—for, though my father,—your grandfather,—did some service in elections (that made him a baronet), amassed property, and bought lands, and so on, yet, your great grandfather—Come here——your great grandfather was a miller.
[Half whispering.
Frank. [Smiling.] I shall not respect his memory less, sir, for knowing his occupation.
Sir Simon. But the world will, you blockhead: and, for your sake, for the sake of our posterity, I would cross the cart breed, as much as possible, by blood.
Frank. Is that of consequence, sir?