I believe it's rather an old affair.

His sister made it up, I'm told.

The young lady's been spending the summer with them, and this autumn it came out." "I don't believe it." "I'm sure I don't know; only that's the talk.

It would be odd, though, if we'd just come home in time for the wedding.

You'll have to give her something handsome, being your guardian, and all." I wouldn't give her anything, and she shouldn't marry Richard, I thought, as I leaned back in my chair and looked into the fire; a great silence having fallen on us since the delivery of that piece of news.
I said I didn't believe it, and yet I'm afraid I did.