"Not that I know of."
"Children?"
"An only daughter."
"What is her name?"
"Emily."
"Emily!—Is she beautiful?"
"Very beautiful!"
"And amiable?"
"Her like is not to be found."
"What," [exclaims our hero, perhaps starting back and running his fingers through his hair]—"what are all the fleeting and fickle pleasures of the world! what the magnificent palaces of kings, with their imperial banquetings and gorgeous processions! what, indeed, are all the treasures of the earth or the sea, in comparison with the pure, the bright, the beautiful object of our young and innocent affections!!!"