"Come out, how?"
"You are stupid, man. Come out in the list of young ladies. Go into company."
"But she is a mere child, yet—not sixteen."
"Not sixteen! And how old was I, pray, when you married me?"
The husband did not reply.
"How old was I, Mr. Wyman?"
"About sixteen, I believe."
"Well; and was I a mere child?"
"You were rather young to marry, at least," Mr. Wyman ventured to say. This remark was made rather too feelingly.
"Too young to marry!" ejaculated the wife, in a tone of surprise and indignation—"too young to marry; and my husband to say so, too! Mr. Wyman, do you mean to intimate—do you mean to say?—Mr. Wyman, what do you mean by that remark?"