abud. Twenty-seven, sir.
george. Is Once long ago?
abud. Two years gone.
george. Did Mrs. Leete quarrel with you?
abud. No, sir.
george. Pray tell me more.
abud. I was beneath her.
george. But you're a fine-looking fellow.
abud. Farmer Crowe wouldn't risk his daughter being unhappy.
george. But she was beneath me.