"You are interested, my young gentleman, in the remedy that is to cure Blanche.
You are one of the drugs in the moral prescription.

Can you guess what it is ?" Arnold started to his feet, and brightened into a new being.
"Perhaps you object to be hurried ?" said Sir Patrick.
"Object! If Blanche will only consent, I'll take her to church as soon as she comes down stairs!" "Thank you!" said Sir Patrick, dryly.

"Mr.Arnold Brinkworth, may you always be as ready to take Time by the forelock as you are now! Sit down again; and don't talk nonsense.

It is just possible--if Blanche consents (as you say), and if we can hurry the lawyers--that you may be married in three weeks' or a month's time." "What have the lawyers got to do with it ?" "My good fellow, this is not a marriage in a novel! This is the most unromantic affair of the sort that ever happened.

Here are a young gentleman and a young lady, both rich people; both well matched in birth and character; one of age, and the other marrying with the full consent and approval of her guardian.