But you women like monstrosities.

Oh! I understand.

Here's an heiress to fifteen thousand a year.

It's not astonishing if every ruined gambler and scapegrace in the kingdom's hunting her hot! no, no! that's not astonishing.

I suppose she has her money in a coal mine.' The squire had some of his in a coal-mine; my mother once had; it was the delivery of a blow at my father, signifying that he had the scent for this description of wealth.