Frank is but three-and-twenty, and does not know his own mind, as I tell him.

Besides, he might marry any one he chose." "He has chosen me," murmured Maggie.
"Of course, of course.

But you'll not think of keeping him to it, after what has passed.

You would not have such a fine fellow as Frank pointed at as the brother-in-law of a forger, would you?
It was far from what I wished for him before; but now! Why you're glad your father is dead, rather than he should have lived to see this day; and rightly too, I think.

And you'll not go and disgrace Frank.