If she hasn't a house of her own to be married from, she shall be married from Chaldicotes.

We'll have such a breakfast! And I'll make as much of her as if she were the daughter of my old friend, the bishop himself,--I will indeed." This was Mrs.Thorne's advice.

Before it was completed, Major Grantly had been carried half-way to Chaldicotes.

When he left his impetuous friend he was too prudent to make any promise, but he declared that what she had said should have much weight with him.
"You won't mention it to anybody ?" said the major.
"Certainly not, without your leave," said Mrs.Thorne.

"Don't you know that I'm the soul of honour ?".