Since the Virginian's arrival my lord had scarcely spoken with him.

In his manners he was perfectly friendly, but so silent that he would often sit at the head of his table, and leave it without uttering a word.
"I suppose yonder property of yours is a fine one by this time ?" said my lord to Harry.
"I reckon it's almost as big as an English county," answered Harry, "and the land's as good, too, for many things." Harry would not have the Old Dominion, nor his share in it, underrated.
"Indeed!" said my lord, with a look of surprise.

"When it belonged to my father it did not yield much." "Pardon me, my lord.

You know how it belonged to your father," cried the youth, with some spirit.

"It was because my grandfather did not choose to claim his right." [This matter is discussed in the Author's previous work, The Memoirs of Colonel Esmond.] "Of course, of course," says my lord, hastily.
"I mean, cousin, that we of the Virginian house owe you nothing but our own," continued Harry Warrington; "but our own, and the hospitality which you are now showing me." "You are heartily welcome to both.