"I wonder you're not afraid of dying in such an unhealthy place," said Guy, scornfully.
"Don't you be afraid. I shan't afford you that gratification for some time yet," answered Aunt Jelly malignantly. "I'm a creaking door. They hang long, you know."
"Goodbye, Aunt Jelly," said Alizon, holding out her hand to Miss Corbin, for she felt she could not stand this terrible old woman any longer. "I'll come and see you when I'm next in town."
"Humph! that means if you've got ten minutes to spare," growled the old lady, kissing Lady Errington's soft cheek. "Well! well! go on. The old are always neglected."
"They wouldn't be if they were a little more pleasant," said Guy, still indignant, as he said goodbye.
"Ah! you young folks expect to find life all honey, but there's a good deal of vinegar in it. I dare say you'll grow tired of one another."
Guy, who was at the door with his wife, turned round at this, and called out in a rage:
"No, we won't!"
"I've heard better men than you say the same thing, but it always came to pass."
"It won't in this case, so your kind heart will be disappointed for once."