He would become that vague, indefinable, to him mythical personage--a "country squire." Fortunately, he had a neat leg for a stocking.

It was lost, so to speak, in his present mode of dress; but he felt that it would appear to advantage in the perpetual knickerbockers which he supposed it would be his lot to wear.

It would also become his duty and his pleasure to marry.

For those who tread in safety the slippery heights of married life he felt a true esteem.

It would be a strain, no doubt, a great effort; but at this moment he was capable of anything.