Mr. Pour. Always gay and hearty.
Era. It gives me much pleasure to hear it. And your uncle, the …
Mr. Pour. I have no uncle.
Era. But you had one in those days?
Mr. Pour. No; only an aunt….
Era. Ah! it's what I meant; your aunt; Mrs…. How is she?
Mr. Pour. She died six months ago.
Era. Alas! poor woman. She was so good, too!
Mr. Pour. We have also my nephew, the canon, who almost died of the smallpox.
Era. What a pity if it had happened!