It seemed to me that I had behaved more like a scoundrel than ever.

I thought I had better kill myself, and even planned ways of doing it--I did indeed.

But after all we decided that our engagement should continue.' 'Of course.' 'You think it natural?
Well, the engagement has continued till this day.

A month ago I was forty, so that we have waited for seventeen years.' Micklethwaite paused on a note of awe.
'Two of Fanny's sisters are dead; they never married.

The blind one Fanny has long supported, and she will come to live with us.