The calculation is, I grant, not overburdened with delicacy of feeling; but still it may proceed from anxiety for the settlement and welfare of your son.

Not an improbable thing on the part of a mother, I grant that." "Well, then, my lord," asked Mrs.Lindsay, "what is to be done?
Come to the point, as you very properly say yourself." "In the first place bring me the written opinions of those two doctors.
They ought to know her state of health best, and whether she is likely to recover or not.

I know I am an old scoundrel in entering into a matrimonial negotiation upon a principle so inhuman as the poor lady's death; but still, if her demise is a certain thing, I don't see why men of the world should not avail themselves of I such a circumstance.
Now, I wish to see poor Tom settled before I die; and, above all things, united to a gentleman.

Your son Woodward, Mrs.Lindsay, is a gentleman, and what is more, I have reason to believe Tommy likes him.

She speaks well of him, and there is a great deal in that; because I know that if she disliked him she would not conceal the fact.