resolutely bent.

Was it a sense of honour, a longing desire to possess this young beauty,
and call her his own, or a fierce and profound dislike to being balked
in any object of his wishes, which actuated the young lord? Certainly he
had borne, very philosophically, delay after delay which had taken place
in the devised union; and being quite sure of his mistress, had not
cared to press on the marriage, but lingered over the dregs of his
bachelor cup complacently still. We all know in what an affecting
farewell he took leave of the associates of his vie de garcon: the
speeches made (in both languages), the presents distributed, the tears
and hysterics of some of the guests assembled; the cigar-boxes given
over to this friend, the ecrin of diamonds to that, et caetera, et
caetera, et caetera. Don't we know? If we don't it is not Henchman's
fault, who has told the story of Farintosh's betrothals a thousand and
one times at his clubs, at the houses where he is asked to dine, on
account of his intimacy with the nobility, among the young men of
fashion, or no fashion, whom this two-bottle Mentor, and burly admirer
of youth, has since taken upon himself to form. The farewell at
Greenwich was so affecting that all "traversed the cart," and took
another farewell at Richmond, where there was crying too, but it was
Eucharis cried because fair Calypso wanted to tear her eyes out; and
where not only Telemachus (as was natural to his age), but Mentor
likewise, quaffed the wine-cup too freely. You are virtuous, O reader!
but there are still cakes and ale, Ask Henchman if there be not. You
will find him in the Park any afternoon; he will dine with you if no
better man ask him in the interval. He will tell you story upon story
regarding young Lord Farintosh, and his marriage, and what happened
before his marriage, and afterwards; and he will sigh, weep almost at
some moments, as he narrates their subsequent quarrel, and Farintosh's
unworthy conduct, and tells you how he formed that young man. My uncle
and Captain Henchman disliked each other very much, I am sorry to
say--sorry to add that it was very amusing to hear either one of them
speak of the other.

Lady Glenlivat, according to the Captain, then, had no success in the
interview with her son; who, unmoved by the maternal tears, commands,
and entreaties, swore he would marry Miss Newcome, and that no power on
earth should prevent him. "As if trying to thwart that man could ever