It seems but yesterday to me, John, when you were a little creature, a head shorter than Master Copperfield, making baby love to Annie behind the gooseberry bushes in the back-garden.' 'My dear mama,' said Mrs.Strong, 'never mind that now.' 'Annie, don't be absurd,' returned her mother.

'If you are to blush to hear of such things now you are an old married woman, when are you not to blush to hear of them ?' 'Old ?' exclaimed Mr.Jack Maldon.

'Annie?
Come!' 'Yes, John,' returned the Soldier.

'Virtually, an old married woman.
Although not old by years--for when did you ever hear me say, or who has ever heard me say, that a girl of twenty was old by years!--your cousin is the wife of the Doctor, and, as such, what I have described her.

It is well for you, John, that your cousin is the wife of the Doctor.