"What, old Castlehill's daughter? She'd kill you in a month, lad."
"But she is not—dowerless."
"No. But think of it, Maurry! Think of it! A shrew at twenty!"
"Then what do you think of Jane Butterfield?"
Thomas pulled at his lip, irresolute.
"I'm not decrying the girl, Maurice, but Lord! could you live with her?"
"I've not essayed it," answered Maurice.
"No, and marriage is so damned final! 'Tisn't as though ye could live together for a month or so before ye made up your minds. I doubt the girl would not consent to that."
"And if she did consent, one would not desire to wed her," remarked Maurice. "A pity. No, I believe I could not live with Jane."
Thomas sat down again.