"He feels fifty years younger than she appears to him," I thought; but
I thanked him for his consideration for her.
"Veronica has had a letter to-day from Mr. Somers. What did you buy in
Milford?"
"Mr. Morgeson," Fanny called, "Bumpus, the horse-jockey, is in the yard. He says Bill is spavined. I think he lies; he wants to trade."
He went out with her.
"Aunt Merce, let us be more together. What do you think of spending our evenings in the parlor?"
"Do you expect to break up our habits?"
"I would if I could."
"Try Veronica."
"I have."
"Will she give up solitude?"