I hope Jacob..." She was very much out of breath, yet not at all upset, and as she put down the hearth-brush which she had bought of the oil-man, she said it was hot, flung the window further open, straightened a cover, picked up a book, as if she were very confident, very fond of the Captain, and a great many years younger than he was.

Indeed, in her blue apron she did not look more than thirty-five.

He was well over fifty.
She moved her hands about the table; the Captain moved his head from side to side, and made little sounds, as Betty went on chattering, completely at his ease--after twenty years.
"Well," he said at length, "I've heard from Mr.Polegate." He had heard from Mr.Polegate that he could advise nothing better than to send a boy to one of the universities.
"Mr.Floyd was at Cambridge...

no, at Oxford...

well, at one or the other," said Mrs.Flanders.
She looked out of the window.