“Marry!” repeated his companion. “What an idea!”
“Yes, man alive, and a good one; people do it every day. You stare as if you had never heard of the institution. Look at me”—and he tapped his waistcoat: “I am married.”
“Yes, but I—I am not a ladies’ man.”
“So much the better; they never marry.”
“And I’m too old,” objected Colonel Doran.
“Bosh!”
“No girl would have me.”
“Well, what do you say to a fine young woman of five-and-thirty—or—a widow?”
“I’m not a society man, or in the way of meeting ladies.”