"Well, the application?"
"The fortune may be yours, if you will."
"Don't tell me riddles. Show me the prize, and I'm after it."
"But it has an incumbrance."
"Well?"
"A pretty, artless, affectionate little woman, who will make you the best wife in the world."
"Splendid, by Jove! Who is she?"
"You needn't look far. We generally miss seeing the thing that is under our nose."
"Why, mother, there isn't an heiress in Innisfield except my sister Mildred."
"Mildred is not your sister. You are no more to each other than the two farthest persons on earth."