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CROTCHET CASTLE.
CAPTAIN FITZCHROME.
You will never find a wife for your purpose, unless in the daughter of some old-fashioned farmer.
MR. CHAINMAIL.
No, I thank you. I must have a lady of gentle blood; I shall not marry below my own condition: I am too much of a herald; I have too much of the twelfth century in me for that.
CAPTAIN FITZCHROME.
Why then your chance is not much better than mine. A well-born beauty would scarcely be better pleased with your baronial hall, than with my more humble offer of love in a cottage. She must have a town-house, and an opera-box, and roll about the streets in a carriage; especially if her father has a rotten borough, for the sake of which he
