"Nay, I have no idea of casting my eyes so high."
"Or so far off," added Madame Blythe, archly.
"Perhaps you have left your heart in Germany?"
"On the contrary, I have brought it back safe and sound, cousin. More wine—thank you, yes."
"'Tis some of the last of dear old grandpapa's favourite port," said Aurora, making a sign to Mr. Trot.
"But there is time enough yet for me to think of marrying, Aurora."
"Perhaps you agree with Shakespeare, that
"'A young man married, is a man marrèd,'"
"Nay, dear cousin; I am not so ungallant; but àpropos of Shakespeare, shall we go to the play to-night?"
"In that I am your servant; but you shall dine with us; a drive in the park, and then the play after."