"When I was sixteen I was considered so. I was very like you then, Julia. I am forty-three now, remember."
"Did you ever have an offer—an offer of marriage, I mean, aunt?"
"No. Well, that is not true; I did have one offer."
"And you refused it?"
"No."
"Then he died, or went away?"
"No."
"Or deserted you?"
"No."
"Then you deceived him, I suppose?"