Then she went on.

At the end, as she had a posy to give me, and it could not be found, she stopped a second time to say to me--'Here's the worst of the tale; my pinks have got lost.' Then she started off in search of her flowers.

We dined in great style.

My wife had got all her friends together.

I was very gay, eating, drinking, and doing the honours of my table to perfection.