"Why, hang it, man, you don't call offering him eight or ten thousand a year threatening him?" Mr. Osborne said, with still provoking good humour. "'Gad, if Miss S. will have me, I'm her man. I ain't particular about a shade or so of tawny." And the old gentleman gave his knowing grin and coarse laugh.

"Why, hang it, man, you don't call offering him ten thousand a year threatening him?" Mr. Osborne said, still with good humour. "'Gad, if Miss S. will have me, I'm her man. I ain't particular about a shade of tawny." And the old gentleman gave his coarse laugh.
