Here Norina made a full curtsey.
“Then where’s Sophronia!”
“I’d not be sure, dear don, she should be in her convent.”
“And the marriage, doctor.”
“A glimpse, dear don, of what your future might have been.”
“Dear—dear—dear—dear—dear! Thank heaven. Still—”
“Come don, be generous.”
Need it be said where the two “young people” were at this particular moment—of course, at the don’s stout feet.
The don blessed them in the usual manner, and the young people rose, happy.
The moral of this is most easily guessed,
In age to shun wives, is of wisdom the best.