“I’ve only got the news in this letter, which you stigmatize as dull and stupid, and won’t let me read.”
“To whom is she to be married?”
“To Mr. Richardson, the vicar of a neighbouring parish.”
“Is he rich?”
“No; only comfortable.”
“Is he handsome?”
“No; only decent.”
“Young?”
“No; only middling.”
“Oh, mercy! what a wretch! What sort of a house is it?”