"Poor lad, he was a good lad too: wild and talking nonsense,
with his verses and pothry and that, but a brave, generous boy, and
indeed I liked him--and he liked me too," she added, rather softly, and
rubbing away at the shoe.
"Why don't you marry him if you like him so?" Mr. Bows said, rather
savagely. "He is not more than ten years younger than you are. His mother
may relent, and you might go and live and have enough at Fairoaks Park.
Why not go and be a lady? I could go on with the fiddle, and the General
live on his half-pay. Why don't you marry him? You know he likes you."
"There's others that likes me as well, Bows, that has no money and that's
old enough," Miss Milly said sententiously.
"Yes, d--- it," said Bows, with a bitter curse--"that are old enough and
poor enough and fools enough for anything."
"There's old fools, and young fools too. You've often said so you silly
man," the imperious beauty said, with a conscious glance at the old
gentleman. "If Pendennis has not enough money to live upon, it's folly to
talk about marrying him: and that's the long and short of it.
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