We were to speak of the late Mrs.Sapsea.' 'We were, sir.' Mr.Sapsea fills both glasses, and takes the decanter into safe keeping again.

'Before I consult your opinion as a man of taste on this little trifle'-- holding it up--'which is _but_ a trifle, and still has required some thought, sir, some little fever of the brow, I ought perhaps to describe the character of the late Mrs.Sapsea, now dead three quarters of a year.' Mr.Jasper, in the act of yawning behind his wineglass, puts down that screen and calls up a look of interest.

It is a little impaired in its expressiveness by his having a shut-up gape still to dispose of, with watering eyes.
'Half a dozen years ago, or so,' Mr.Sapsea proceeds, 'when I had enlarged my mind up to--I will not say to what it now is, for that might seem to aim at too much, but up to the pitch of wanting another mind to be absorbed in it--I cast my eye about me for a nuptial partner.
Because, as I say, it is not good for man to be alone.' Mr.Jasper appears to commit this original idea to memory.
'Miss Brobity at that time kept, I will not call it the rival establishment to the establishment at the Nuns' House opposite, but I will call it the other parallel establishment down town.

The world did have it that she showed a passion for attending my sales, when they took place on half holidays, or in vacation time.

The world did put it about, that she admired my style.