'A man of forty.' 'Thirty-six,' corrected Mr.Gottesheim.
'O,' cried Ottilia, in obvious disillusion, 'a man of middle age! And they said he was so handsome when he was young!' 'And bald, too,' added Fritz.
Otto passed his hand among his locks.

At that moment he was far from happy, and even the tedious evenings at Mittwalden Palace began to smile upon him by comparison.
'O, six-and-thirty!' he protested.

'A man is not yet old at six-and-thirty.

I am that age myself.' 'I should have taken you for more, sir,' piped the old farmer.

'But if that be so, you are of an age with Master Ottekin, as people call him; and, I would wager a crown, have done more service in your time.