"You quite surprise me!" cried Sarella, "quite!"
"She didn't marry me for my looks, my wife didn't," chuckled Jack. "Nor yet for my money."
"Out of esteem?" suggested Sarella.
"Can't say, I'm sure. I never heerd her mention it. Anyway, it didn't last—"
"The esteem?"
"No. The firm. She died—when Ginger was born. Since which I have remained a bachelord."
"By Ginger you mean your daughter?"
"That's what they called her. Her aunt took her, and she took the smallpox. But she didn't die of it. She's alive now."
"Married, I daresay?"
"No. Single. She's as like me as you're not," Jack explained summarily.