“Dear me,” said I, “what a difference in your ages. How came you to marry?”
“She was a widow and I had lost my wife. We were lone in the world, so we thought we would marry.”
“Do you live happily together?”
“Very.”
“Then you did quite right to marry. What is your name?”
“David Robert.”
“And that of your wife?”
“Gwen Robert.”
“Does she speak English?”
“She speaks some, but not much.”