I take your hand with pleasure.

I seem to feel it is the flesh and blood of my best friend.

Sooner or later, mark me, he will own as much, and, be sure, no effort of mine shall be wanting to insure so desirable a consummation." Yorke flushed with pleasure, not at the honeyed terms, nor the good-will they evidenced, but at the news itself--the fact of his father having revealed their relationship to him seemed so full of promise--and yet he resented the man's professions, the audacity of which seemed certainly to imply that he was taken for a fool.
"I am sure, Mr.Whymper," said he, stiffly, "I ought to be greatly obliged to you." "Hush! Not Mr.Whymper, if you please, for that's a fine here.

Every body at Crompton calls me 'Parson.' Obliged, Sir! Not at all.

It is only natural that, being what I am, I should wish you well.