All that she wants to make sure of is that they're young men--or old ones, even." March laughed, but not altogether at what his wife said.

"I've been having a little talk with Papa Triscoe, in the smoking-room." "You smell like it," said his wife, not to seem too eager: "Well ?" "Well, Papa Triscoe seems to be in a pout.

He doesn't think things are going as they should in America.

He hasn't been consulted, or if he has, his opinion hasn't been acted upon." "I think he's horrid," said Mrs.March.

"Who are they ?" "I couldn't make out, and I couldn't ask.