Three gentlemen, I thought, at first, but my aunt says one.

Then he goes on, `Thinketh he dwelleth in the light of the moon.' It was a very trying piece." Clara Walker laughed again.
"You must not think of leaving your aunt," she said.

"Think how lonely she would be without you." "Well, yes, I have thought of that.

But you must remember that my aunt is to all intents hardly middle-aged, and a very eligible person.

I don't think that her dislike to mankind extends to individuals.