“How can you doubt it?” said the squire.
“I simply know,” said Mr Cranium, “that if it were once in my possession, I would not part with it for any acquisition on earth, much less for a wife. I have had one: and, as marriage has been compared to a pill, I can very safely assert that one is a dose; and my reason for thinking that he will not part with it is, that its extraordinary magnitude tends to support his system, as much as its very marked protuberances tend to support mine; and you know his own system is of all things the dearest to every man of liberal thinking and a philosophical tendency.”
The Squire flew over to Mr Escot. “I told you,” said he, “I would settle him: but there is a very hard condition attached to his compliance.”
“I submit to it,” said Mr Escot, “be it what it may.”
“Nothing less,” said Squire Headlong, “than the absolute and unconditional surrender of the skull of Cadwallader.”
“I resign it,” said Mr Escot.
“The skull is yours,” said the squire, skipping over to Mr Cranium.
“I am perfectly satisfied,” said Mr Cranium.
“The lady is yours,” said the squire, skipping back to Mr Escot.
“I am the happiest man alive,” said Mr Escot.