Not so the earl, his father.
"Brown is--( may I offer you a pinch, Mr.Halifax ?--what, not the Prince Regent's own mixture ?)--is indeed a worthy fellow, but too hasty in his conclusions.

As it happens, my son is yet undecided between the Church--that is, the priesthood, and politics.

But to our conversation--Mrs.Halifax, may I not enlist you on my side?
We could easily remove all difficulties, such as qualification, etc.

Would you not like to see your husband member for the old and honourable borough of Kingswell ?" "Kingswell!" It was a tumble-down village, where John held and managed for me the sole remnant of landed property which my poor father had left me.

"Kingswell! why there are not a dozen houses in the place." "The fewer the better, my dear madam.