And she snapped her mouth, and at the same moment broke her darning-needle.
Jane Marley left the shop.
When her back was turned Mrs. Gasset flew at her husband.
'You'd have given way—I saw it by the way you twitched the end of your nose.'
'My dear Sarah! it was such an opportunity. The woman is right—my business——'
'Oh! much you thought of your business. It was her great brown eyes—not your agates.'
'My dear Sarah! surely at my age——'
'The older a man is, the more of a fool he becomes.'
'Well, well, my honey-bee, I didn't.'