“Well, I think an English country gentleman ought to foster the sports and pastimes of his native land—the hunt, the race meetings, and that sort of thing.”
“Humph! Do you? Well, I think, my boy, that we ought to take to agriculture and the improvement of stock. But there, I daresay you’ll tone down.”
“Then you have no objection, Sir John?”
“Who?—I? None at all, my boy; I liked your father, and I hope you’ll make her a good husband—as good a husband as I did my poor wife; though, as the common folk say, I say it as shouldn’t say it. Now then, have you any more questions to ask?”
“No, I don’t think I have. Of course I’m very happy and that sort of thing. A fellow is sure to be at such a time, you know.”
“Yes, yes, of course. To be sure. Then that’s all is it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Don’t want to ask questions about settlements, eh?”
“No, I don’t want to ask any questions. I want Glynne, and you say I may have her; so that’s all.”
“Come along then, and see my pigs.”