"Disappointment in my fondest wishes."
"In love?"
"No, not in love. I was once disappointed in love, and I know what that is. It is a sore trial, but nothing to the affliction which I now endure."
"I cannot imagine the nature of your trouble. From what does it proceed?"
"Breach of promise."
"What?"
"Breach of promise unadvisedly made to five respectable maiden ladies."
"To all five? Why, you must be a Turk!"
"What am I to do?" said the Professor, with a look of despondency. "I cannot fulfill my promise."
"I should think not, unless you emigrate to Salt Lake."