"I'm so happy, I can't think about him steadily just yet."
"Adela, I love you—so dearly! Only I am too old for you."
"Old! how old are you?"
"Nearly thirty."
"And I'm only one-and-twenty. You're worth one and a half of me—yes twenty of me."
And so their lips played with the ripples of love, while their hearts were heaving with the ground swell of its tempest.
Now what I do know about is this:
The colonel came down-stairs in his dressing-gown and slippers, and found Beeves flattening his nose against the glass of the garden-door.
"Beeves!" said the colonel.
"Sir!" said Beeves, darting around and confronting his master with a face purple and pale from the sense of utter unpreparedness.