"A wife,--tin canister! Introduce me to her, and she shall be tied to
you."

Samuel Dolly did not appear to relish the idea of such an introduction.
"I have not been introduced to her myself," said he. "But if you advise
me to be spliced, why don't you get spliced yourself? a handsome fellow
like you can be at no loss for an heiress."

"Heiresses are the most horrid cheats in the world," said Losely: "there
is always some father, or uncle, or fusty Lord Chancellor whose consent
is essential, and not to be had. Heiresses in scores have been over head
and ears in love with me. Before I left Paris, I sold their locks of
hair to a wig maker,--three great trunksful. Honour bright. But there
were only two whom I could have safely allowed to run away with me; and
they were so closely watched, poor things, that I was forced to leave
them to their fate,--early graves! Don't talk to me of heiresses, Dolly;
I have been the victim of heiresses. But a rich widow is an estimable
creature. Against widows, if rich, I have not a word to say; and to tell
you the truth, there is a widow whom I suspect I have fascinated, and
whose connection I have a particular private reason for deeming
desirable! She has a whelp of a son, who is a spoke in my wheel: were I
his father-in-law, would not I be a spoke in his? I'd teach the boy
'life,' Dolly." Here all trace of beauty vanished from Jasper's face,
and Poole, staring at him, pushed away his chair. "But," continued
Losely, regaining his more usual expression of levity and boldness, "but
I am not yet quite sure what the widow has, besides her son, in her own
possession; we shall see. Meanwhile, is there--no chance of a rubber
to-night?"

"None; unless you will let Brown and Smith play upon tick."