"It is all nonsense," said his wife. "Why Uncle Simon is old enough to be Manette's grandfather."
"Love laughs at years."
"And you laugh at everything."
"That's the difference between love and me, my dear Mrs. Marston."
"Do not pay any attention to your master, Eliza, and do not be so suspicious of every one. It is all right. Uncle Simon had Manette over, because he thought the service would do her good."
"Yes'm, I 'low she's one o' de young lambs dat he gone out in de col' to fotch in. Well, he tek'n' moughty good keer o' dat lamb."
Mrs. Marston was compelled to laugh in spite of herself. But when Eliza was gone, she turned to her husband, and said:
"George, dear, do you really think there is anything in it?"
"I thoroughly agree with you, Mrs. Marston, in the opinion that Uncle Simon needed rest, and I may add on my own behalf, recreation."
"Pshaw! I do not believe it."