"Just what I expected.

She always was a wasteful woman." "My love!" expostulated his wife.

Miss Limpenny blushed.
"They'll come to the workhouse," he went on, "and serve him right for making such a marriage." "I have heard that his heart is in the right place," pleaded Miss Limpenny, "but he used--" "Eh, ma'am ?" "It's of no consequence," said Miss Limpenny, with becoming bashfulness.

"It's only that he always used, in sorting his cards, to sit upon his trumps--that always seemed to me--" "Just so," replied the Admiral, "and now it's twins.

Bless the man! what next ?" It was in the golden age, before Troy became demoralised, as you shall hear.