"So much the better, Sir," cried Morrice, who diverted himself by
following him, "for then you see the master of the house spares in
something, and you said he spared in nothing."

"Don't spare in fools!" returned Mr Briggs, "keeps them in plenty."

"No, Sir, nor in any out of the way characters," answered Morrice.

"So much the worse," cried Briggs, "so much the worse! Eat him out of
house and home; won't leave him a rag to his back nor a penny in his
pocket. Never mind 'em, my little duck; mind none of your guardians
but me: t'other two a'n't worth a rush."

Cecilia, somewhat ashamed of this speech, looked towards young
Delvile, in whom it occasioned the first smile she had seen that
evening.

"Been looking about for you!" continued Briggs, nodding sagaciously;
"believe I've found one will do. Guess what I mean;--L100,0000--hay?--
what say to that? any thing better at the west end of the town?"

"L100,000!" cried Morrice, "and pray, Sir, who may this be?"

"Not you, Mr jackanapes! sure of that. A'n't quite positive he'll have
you, neither. Think he will, though."

"Pray; Sir, what age is he?" cried the never daunted Morrice.

"Why about--let's see--don't know, never heard,--what signifies?"