I feel awfully old.

The governor is years younger than I am.

Whoever saw _me_ trouble _my_ long legs and back to perform such a bow as he gave you just now?
I wish he'd leave me in peace with Sweep.

Since the day I came of age, when every old farmer in the place wound up his speech with something about the future Mrs.Reginald Dacre, I've had no quiet of my life for her.

Clerke too! I really did think Clerke was a confirmed old bachelor, on ecclesiastical grounds.