I must not forget to tell you that I saw Joseph this morning at a distance; he was standing in the lea of the pigstye, and cogitating in the real moony style." "It was about his outfit," exclaimed John; "depend upon it it was not about Laura." And so the colloquy ended, and John walked down his own garden, opened the wicket that led to his gardener's cottage, and saw Joseph idly picking out a weed here and there, while he watched the bees, some of whom, deluded by the sunshine, had come forth, and were feebly hanging about the opening of the hive.
"Joe," said John, with perfect decision and directness, "I have a favour to ask of you." Joseph was startled at first; but as no more was said, he presently answered, "Well, sir, you and yours have done me so many, that I didn't ought to hesitate about saying I'll grant it, whatever it is." "If you should think of marrying before you go----" "Which I don't, sir," interrupted the young man rather hastily.
"Very good; then if you change your mind, I want your promise that you will immediately let me know." "Yes, sir," said Joseph, as if the promise cost him nothing, and suggested nothing to his mind, "I will." "There," thought John, as he turned away, "he does not know what he is about; but if she brings the thing on again, I believe he will keep faith with me, and a clandestine marriage I am determined shall not be." He then went into the town and found, to his surprise, that Brandon had already seen his father, and had told him that Dorothea Graham had engaged herself to him.

John was very much pleased, but his father treated the matter with a degree of apathy which rather startled and disturbed him.
Old Augustus was in general deeply interested in a marriage; he had helped several people to marry, and whether he approved or disapproved of any one in particular, he was almost sure, when he had been lately told of it, to make some remarks on the sacredness of the institution, and on the advantages of an early marriage for young men.
He, however, said nothing, though Brandon was one of his chief favourites; but having just related the fact, took up the _Times_, and John opened his letters, one of them being from his son Johnny, written in a fully-formed and beautiful hand, which made its abrupt style and boyish vehemence the more observable.
"My Dearest Father,--It's all right.

Mr .-- -- took me to Harrow, and Dr.
B.examined me, and he said--oh, he said a good deal about my Latin verses, and the books I'm _in_, but I can't tell you it, because it seems so muffish.

And, papa, I wish I might bring Crayshaw home for the Easter holidays; you very nearly promised I should; but I wanted to tell you what fun I and the other fellows had at the boat-race.

You can hardly think how jolly it was.