WOOD. I am, married! at least, such is my impression.
MRS. L. Yes, yes! but I don’t mean this thirty-nine! your other thirty-nine! your first thirty-nine! (smiling)
WOOD. (aside) Her sex protects her. (aloud) I repeat that having reached the age of thirty-nine, and having moreover, sufficiently enjoyed what is called “life”——
MRS. L. You determined to marry and settle down quietly, and all that sort of thing—exactly! that’s intelligible enough, as far as you are concerned; but—your wife?
WOOD. My wife? Well? what?
MRS. L. She hasn’t enjoyed what is called “life.”
WOOD. Eh? no—of course not; but——
MRS. L. You intend that she shall! of course! indeed, Mrs. Colonel Carver writes me word that she has arranged a delightful wedding trip for you.
WOOD. Has she? (aside) That’s kind of Carver! very!
MRS. L. Yes! Brussels, Switzerland, Italy, &c., &c., &c.; she hasn’t quite settled which.