Says the old adage with wisdom rife;
When we are dead it’s for a long time,
And we’re cured of the tooth-ache for all our life.
(laughing) He, he, he! you will soon see, my dear, that I am a very gay old lady.
ADELA. I see that already!
FRANK. My duck, I suppose you have a sweetheart?
ADELA. A sweetheart?
FRANK. You needn’t mind telling me, I’m an old woman, you know; you are young and pretty. Ah, when I was your age, I pledge you my word I was a beauty.
ADELA. No doubt of it, madam.
FRANK. Ah, on the day of my marriage with Mr. Mitchell—and that reminds me, I want my supper.