"Sir, when some women makes up their mind to a man it ain't no manner o' good that man a-saying 'No'!"
"Pray what d'you know of women, Sergeant Zebedee?"
"That much, sir!"
"Hum!" said the Major. "Nevertheless I shall never wed, Zebedee!"
Here he sighed again and the Sergeant did likewise.
"Which I do sadly grieve to hear, sir, for your honour's sake, her ladyship's and—my sake!"
"And why yours, Zeb?"
"Sir, if you was to wed my lady and vicey-versey, the which I did hope, why then belike I might do the same with Mrs. Agatha and versey-vicey."
"God—bless—my soul!" exclaimed the Major.
"She's a pro-digious fine figure of a woman, your honour!"