"He was 66 years of age," added Mrs.——.
"Too old," said P. "What do you think the best age for a man to marry?"
H.: "Thirty for a man, twenty-five for a woman."
She: "That's right: it still gives me a little time."
P.: "What do you think?" (to me).
I replied sardonically,—
"A young man may not yet and an old man not at all."
"That's right, old wet blanket," chirruped P——.
"You know," I continued, delighted to seize the opportunity to assume the role of youthful cynic, "Cupid and Death once met at an Inn and exchanged arrows, since when young men have died and old men have doted."
H—— was charming enough to opine that it was impossible to fix a time for love. Love simply came.