“La, Sir Jasper, and you on the look-out for a new Lady Standish! You might fall in love with her, to be sure.”
“And what then, my Lady Kilcroney?”
“Oh, Sir Jasper, Sir Jasper, that would never do!”
“And why not, ma’am?”
“But eighteen, sir.”
“I see no objection there.”
“Fie, Sir Jasper, and you turned thirty-six!”
“But thirty-five my last birthday, ma’am, as I’m a sinner.”
“A sinner, indeed, Sir Jasper, and now you have it. What? Would you, sir, mate with innocence, guilelessness; lamb-like light-heartedness, and sprightliness; you with——?”
“Come, come, my Lady Kilcroney. I’ve not been a model husband, I dare say.”