"I hope I am forgiven, Landells, for my awkward way?"
"Yes. Pray go on; capital," said Landells, who was perspiring
profusely.
"It is only fair to say how we are placed in the world, Sir Hampton. My
friend there, Sir Felix, has his eight thousand per annum; and it will
increase. For myself, I am but a poor officer of the Guards."
"Er-rum! a gentleman is never poor," said Sir Hampton, with dignity.
"I think I can say no more, Sir Hampton," said Vanleigh, bowing to the
compliment. "You see now my hesitation about the dinner; for, of
course, if you refuse to regard our application favourably, to-morrow we
should--eh, Landells?"
"Back--town--certainly," said Sir Felix, wiping his face.
"Er-rum!" said Sir Hampton, rising, and placing a hand in his breast.
"Gentlemen, you take me by surprise, and you ask a great deal in--
er-rum--I say you ask a great deal--I, er-rum, I--honoured by your--
er-rum--proposals--and--and--er-rum, if I express myself badly, it is a
father's emotion. In short, I--er-rum--gentlemen--I, er-rum, give both
my full consent to visit here as often as you wish, and Lady Rea and my
daughters shall be acquainted with your proposals. I can, er-rum, say
no more now. Let us join the ladies."
Sir Felix, with tears in his eyes, took and wrung the old man's hand,
and, as the friends followed him out, Vanleigh bestowed upon the young
baronet a most solemn, but very vulgar, wink.
Volume 2, Chapter IX.