"I don't think you're a match for Rosa yet, my dear," he answered with his gentle humour.

"Wait till you've turned seventy--then we'll see." "But I'm not like other women.

I don't think their ways.

I don't even want the things they want." The old man's smile shone out as he patted her hand.

"That means, I suppose, that you don't want to be married.