The dinner, considering the house in which it was spread, was quite _recherche_. George said to himself that the fat fowls which he saw must have come from Harcourt's larder. Roast mutton and boiled beef--not together, but one on one day and the other on the next--generally constituted the fare at Mr. Bertram's house when he did not sit down to dinner alone. But now there was quite a little banquet. During dinner, he made sundry efforts to be agreeable; pressed his nephew to eat, and drank wine with him in the old-fashioned affectionate manner of past days. "Your health, George," he said. "You'll find that sherry good, I think. It ought to be, if years can make it so." It was good; and George was very sorry to find that the good wine had been brought out for him. He felt that something would be required in return, and that he could not give that something. After dinner that something was soon asked for. "George," said the old man, "I have been thinking much since you went away the other day about you and Caroline. I have taken it into my stupid old head to wish that you two should be married." "Ah, sir!" "Now listen to me. I do wish it, and what you have said has disturbed me. Now I do believe this of you, that you are an honest lad; and though you are so fond of your own way, I don't think you'd wish to grieve me if you could help it." "Not if I could help it, sir; not if I could help it, certainly." "You can help it. Now listen to me. An old man has no right to have his fancies unless he chooses to pay for them. I know that well enough. I don't want to ask you why you have quarrelled with Caroline. It's about money, very likely?" "No, sir, no; not in the least." "Well, I don't want to inquire. A small limited income is very likely to lead to misunderstandings. You have at any rate been honest and true to me. You are not a bit like your father." "Sir! sir!" "And, and--I'll tell you what I'll do. Caroline is to have six thousand pounds, isn't she?" "Pray believe me, sir, that money has nothing whatever to do with this matter." "Yes, six," continued Mr. Bertram; "four of her own, and two from me. Now I'll tell you what I'll do. Let me see. You have two hundred a year; that's settled on you. And you had a thousand pounds the other day. Is that all gone yet?" "I am in no want of money, uncle; none whatever." "No, not as a bachelor; but as a married man you would be. Now do tell me--how much of that thousand pounds did the colonel get out of you?" "Dear uncle, do remember that he is my father." "Well, well; two hundred a year, and two thousand pounds, and one, and Pritchett's account. I'll tell you what, George, I should like to see you comfortable; and if you and Caroline are married before next October, I'll give you--" "I can't tell you how you pain me, sir." "I'll give you-- I wonder how much income you think you'll want?"