Por. And how does marriage agree with you, Leonelo?
Leon. One gentleman asked another to dine; but such an ill-ordered dinner that the capon was cold, and the wine hot. Finding which, the guest dips a leg of the capon into the wine. And when his host asks him what he’s about—‘Only making the wine heat the capon, and the capon cool the wine,’ says he. Now just this happened in my marriage. My wife was rather too young, and I rather too old; so, as it is hoped—
Por. Foolery, foolery, always!—tell me how Serafina is—
Leon. In a coach.
Por. What answer is that?
Leon. A very sufficient one—since a coach includes happiness, pride, and (a modern author says) respectability.
Por. How so?
Leon. Why, a certain lady died lately, and for some reason or other, they got leave to carry her to the grave in a coach. Directly they got her in,—the body, I mean,—it began to fidget—and when they called out to the coachman—‘Drive to St. Sepulchre’s!’—‘No!’ screams she,—‘I won’t go there yet. Drive to the Prado first; and when I have had a turn there, they may bury me where they please.’
Luis. How can you let your tongue run on so!