Tales and Novels, vol 8
Forced to be serious, fretted and hurried, for the half-hour bell before dinner had now rung, and the dean's stomach began to know canonical hours, he exclaimed, "The upshot of the whole business is, that Mr. Alfred Percy is in love, I understand, with Miss Sophia Leicester, and this fifteen hundred pounds, which he pushes me to the bare wall to relinquish, is eventually, as part of her fortune, to become his. Would it not have been as fair to have stated this at once?"
"No--because it would not have been the truth."
"No!--You won't deny that you are in love with Miss Leicester?"
"I am as much in love as man can be with Miss Leicester; but her fortune is nothing to me, for I shall never touch it."
"Never touch it! Does the aunt--the widow--the cunning widow, refuse consent?"
"Far from it: the aunt