That young lady 'as done me the honor of promisin' to be my wife." "Oh!" said Dom Corria, fixing his brilliant eyes on Bulmer's vexed face.
"There's no 'Oh' about it," growled Dickey.

"It was all cut an' dried weeks ago, an' she 'asn't rued of 'er bargain yet, as far as I can make out." "You mean that the marriage was arranged before the _Andromeda_ sailed ?" said Dom Corria gently.
"W'y, of course.

It couldn't very well be fixed after, could it ?" "No--not as between you and her.

I can vouch for that.

Forgive me, Mr.Bulmer--I have a daughter of marriageable age, you know, and I speak as a parent--do you think that it is a wise thing for a man of your years to marry a girl of twenty ?" "If I didn't, I wouldn't do it." "But may it not be selfish ?" Then downright Lancashire took hold of the argument.
"Look 'ere, wot are you drivin' at ?" demanded Dickey, now in a white heat of anger.