There isn't a finer shrubbery to any garden in S----." "Is Mr.Wallingford going to live here, or does he intend renting the cottage ?" "That's more than I can answer, Doctor.

Mr.Wallingford isn't the man, you know, to talk with everybody about his affairs." "True enough, William," said I smiling and passed on.
"Did you know," said my wife, a few weeks later, "that Mr.Wallingford was furnishing the cottage on Cedar Lane ?" "Ah! Is that so ?" "Yes.

Mrs.Dean told me that Jones the cabinet maker had the order, which was completed, and that the furniture was now going in.
Everything, she says, is plain and neat, but good." "Why, what can this mean, Constance?
Is our young friend about to marry ?" "It has a look that way, I fancy." "But who is the bride to be ?" I asked.
"Mrs.Dean thinks it is Florence Williams." "A fine girl; but hardly worthy of Henry Wallingford.

Besides, he is ten year her senior," said I.
"What is the difference in our ages, dear ?" Constance turned her fresh young face to mine--fresh and young still, though more than thirty-five years had thrown across it their lights and shadows, and laid her head fondly against my breast.
I kissed her tenderly, and she answered her own question.
"Ten years; and you are not so much my senior.

I do not see any force in that objection.