“Ah!” said the woman with a smile.
“Is that good lady your wife?” said I.
“She is.”
“She looks much older than yourself.”
“And no wonder. She is twenty-one years older.”
“How old are you?”
“Fifty-three.”
“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?”