"Och violet and vermilion!" said Sir Patrick; "though I never thought of it before, I dare say she will suit me as well as another: but then you must persuade the ould Orpheus to draw out a few _notes_ of rather a more magical description than those he is so fond of scraping on his crazy violin." "To be sure he shall," said the squire; and, immediately returning to Mr Chromatic, concluded the negotiation for Sir Patrick as expeditiously as he had done for himself. The squire next addressed himself to Mr Escot: "Here are three couple of us going to throw off together, with the Reverend Doctor Gaster for whipper-in: now, I think you cannot do better than make the fourth with Miss Cephalis; and then, as my father-in-law that is to be would say, we shall compose a very harmonious octave." "Indeed," said Mr Escot, "nothing would be more agreeable to both of us than such an arrangement: but the old gentleman, since I first knew him, has changed, like the rest of the world, very lamentably for the worse: now, we wish to bring him to reason, if possible, though we mean to dispense with his consent, if he should prove much longer refractory." "I'll settle him," said Squire Headlong; and immediately posted up to Mr Cranium, informing him that four marriages were about to take place by way of a merry winding up of the Christmas festivities. "Indeed!" said Mr Cranium; "and who are the parties?" "In the first place," said the squire, "my sister and Mr Foster: in the second, Miss Graziosa Chromatic and Sir Patrick O'Prism: in the third, Miss Tenorina Chromatic and your humble servant: and in the fourth to which, by the by, your consent is wanted----" "Oho!" said Mr Cranium. "Your daughter," said Squire Headlong. "And Mr Panscope?" said Mr Cranium. "And Mr Escot," said Squire Headlong. "What would you have better? He has ten thousand virtues." "So has Mr Panscope," said Mr Cranium; "he has ten thousand a year." "Virtues?" said Squire Headlong. "Pounds," said Mr Cranium. "I have set my mind on Mr Escot," said the squire. "I am much obliged to you," said Mr Cranium, "for dethroning me from my paternal authority." "Who fished you out of the water?" said Squire Headlong.