To like people--oh, yes; to be very fond of your friend;--oh, yes; to be most attached--as I am to my Julie"-- here she got hold of Lady Ongar's hand--"it is the salt of life! But what you call love, booing and cooing, with rhymes and verses about de moon, it is to go back to pap and panade, and what you call bibs.

No; if a woman wants a house, and de something to live on, let her marry a husband; or if a man want to have children, let him marry a wife.

But to be shut up in a country house, when everything you have got of your own--I say it is bad" Captain Clavering was heartily sorry that he had mentioned the fact of his sister-in-law being left at home at Clavering Park.

It was most unfortunate.

How could he make it understood that if he were married he would not think of shutting his wife up at Ongar Park?
"Lady Clavering, you know, does come to London generally," he said.
"Bah!" exclaimed the little Franco-Pole.
"And as for me, I never should be happy, if I were married, unless I had my wife with me everywhere," said Captain Clavering.
"Bah-ah-ah!" ejaculated the lady.
Captain Clavering could not endure this any longer.