I am sorry there will be no time to get up moustaches between now and next week.
'From seventeen to two-and-twenty! Ye gods! what ages! Dear young creatures, I can see you all three.

Seventeen suits me, as nearest my own time of life; but mind, I don't say two-and-twenty is too old.

No, no.

And that pretty, roguish, demure, middle one.

Peace, peace, thou silly little fluttering heart! 'YOU Snobs, dear young ladies! I will pull any man's nose who says so.
There is no harm in being of a good family.