Be that as it may, he had directed Mrs.Pocket to be brought up from her cradle as one who in the nature of things must marry a title, and who was to be guarded from the acquisition of plebeian domestic knowledge.
So successful a watch and ward had been established over the young lady by this judicious parent, that she had grown up highly ornamental, but perfectly helpless and useless.

With her character thus happily formed, in the first bloom of her youth she had encountered Mr.Pocket: who was also in the first bloom of youth, and not quite decided whether to mount to the Woolsack, or to roof himself in with a mitre.

As his doing the one or the other was a mere question of time, he and Mrs.Pocket had taken Time by the forelock (when, to judge from its length, it would seem to have wanted cutting), and had married without the knowledge of the judicious parent.

The judicious parent, having nothing to bestow or withhold but his blessing, had handsomely settled that dower upon them after a short struggle, and had informed Mr.Pocket that his wife was "a treasure for a Prince." Mr.Pocket had invested the Prince's treasure in the ways of the world ever since, and it was supposed to have brought him in but indifferent interest.

Still, Mrs.Pocket was in general the object of a queer sort of respectful pity, because she had not married a title; while Mr.Pocket was the object of a queer sort of forgiving reproach, because he had never got one.
Mr.Pocket took me into the house and showed me my room: which was a pleasant one, and so furnished as that I could use it with comfort for my own private sitting-room.