"Both be it, then, my lord!" replied Mr. Tims, rubbing his hands at the interminable prospect which the case held out, of pleas and papers without end--an universe of parchment and a heaven of red tape. "Both be it, then my lord! There is not the slightest reason that we should not proceed in both courts at once to make all sure; and if, before two months are over, Sir Sidney Delaware be not as completely beggared as ever man was, the English law will be very much changed--that is all that I can say--unless, indeed," he added, thoughtfully, "your lordship's worthy nephew come to his aid--marry Miss Delaware, and advance money to defend her father." "No fear! No fear!" replied Lord Ashborough. "He will not marry her, depend upon it." "Why, my lord, I am afraid," said Mr. Tims; "that is to say, I have heard it very strongly reported in Emberton, that he did propose to Miss Delaware, and that she refused him, not knowing who he was. She and her father are now staying with the lady at whose house she first met Mr. Beauchamp; they are very likely to meet again--he to declare his real name, and she to accept him; for you may imagine, after all that has happened, she will be glad enough to get married at all; and you know how romantic he is in some things, though he strives to hide it." "You are mistaken, Mr. Tims," said Lord Ashborough. "What has happened will make her persist in her refusal more steadily than ever." Though hating Sir Sidney Delaware and his whole family with the bitterest enmity; Lord Ashborough knew them well, and understood the principles upon which they acted--for the basest heart will sometimes, in a great degree, appreciate a more noble one. This appreciation, however, is never candidly admitted, even to the heart itself; and while, from a secret conviction of the truth, it often calculates justly the results--comprehends in a moment what will be the effect of particular circumstances--and makes use of that knowledge for its own selfish purposes--it is sure to attribute all good actions to base and mean motives, even in its own secret thoughts, and to give them false and evil names in conversation with others. "No, no, Mr. Tims!" he said; "what has happened will make her refuse him more steadily than ever, if she have a drop of her father's blood in her veins. I know those Delawares well, and their cursed pride, which they fancy to be fine feeling and generous sentiment. If it were to save her father and her whole family from destruction, depend upon it, she would not marry any man while she thought that her brother's infamy was to be a part of her dowry--I might say her only dowry; for I suppose the pittance she had from her mother has been swallowed up long ago. No, no; all is very safe there. Maria, who has heard a good deal about her from her brother's old tutor, let me unwittingly into the secret, that she is her father over again in those respects; but sting her irritable pride, and you can make her do any thing."