If he don't like it, he may lump it.

After all it's no such great catch." Then she sat down to reflect whether it was or was not a catch.

As soon as ever Lord Fawn had left her after the engagement was made, she had begun to tell herself that he was a poor creature, and that she had done wrong.

"Only five thousand a year!" she said to herself;--for she had not perfectly understood that little explanation which he had given respecting his income.

"It's nothing for a lord." And now again she murmured to herself, "It's my money he's after.