He was sufficiently frugal not to waste his substance on riotous living, and he was naturally of a placid temperament, so that he was satisfied to silently and gradually accumulate little by little.

His knowledge of farming, imbibed from his father, extended into every detail.

If he seldom touched an implement now, he had in his youth worked like the labourers, and literally followed the plough.
He was constantly about on the place, and his eye, by keeping the men employed, earned far more money than his single arm could have done.

Thus he dwelt in the lonely manor-house, a living proof of the wisdom of his father's system.
Harry is now looking, in his slow complacent way, for a wife.

Being forty years of age, he is not in a great hurry, and is not at all inclined to make a present of himself to the first pretty face he meets.