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'Well,' said Mr. Jawleyford, seating himself on the high wire fender
immediately below a marble bust of himself on the mantelpiece; 'I think
he'll do.'
'Oh, no doubt,' replied Mrs. Jawleyford, who never saw any difficulty in
the way of a match; 'I should say he is a very nice young man,' continued
she.
'Rather brusque in his manner, perhaps,' observed Jawleyford, who was quite
the 'lady' himself. 'I wonder what he was?' added he, fingering away at his
whiskers.
'He's rich, I've no doubt,' replied Mrs. Jawleyford.
'What makes you think so?' asked her loving spouse.
'I don't know,' replied Mrs. Jawleyford; 'somehow I feel certain he is--but
I can't tell why--all fox-hunters are.'
'I don't know that,' replied Jawleyford, who knew some very poor ones. 'I
should like to know what he has,' continued Jawleyford musingly, looking up
at the deeply corniced ceiling as if he were calculating the chances among
the filagree ornaments of the centre.
'A hundred thousand, perhaps,' suggested Mrs. Jawleyford, who only knew two
sums--fifty and a hundred thousand.


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