Susie.—“At his age! He calls himself fifty-five....”
Jennie.—“He tells falsehoods; he is sixty, and over.... Oh! if ever I come across him here!... I....”
Susie.—“He has married a very religious woman ... she makes him go to every service ... he is a pattern to all his townsmen.”
Jennie.—“It just serves him right! but who is the woman?”
Susie.—“Sarah Robinson.”
Jennie.—“What! the widow of Robinson, the chemist of High Street?”
Susie.—“Just so.”
Jennie.—“And you say she is religious! Well well, she must have changed since my time, and no mistake. Of course, you know the stories that used to be told about her.... She was no better than she should be, my dear, that is certain ... and....”
Susie.—“Well, she is a model of piety now.”
Jennie.—“Oh! enough of this subject. There, let us talk of something else.... Let me see, when was it you arrived here?”