’Haveyouso，sir？Butperhapsthemaidmighthavenodesiretosuitme。’
’Thatyoumaytakemywordshehas。Thecolourofthiswinewillproveit。Thelittleslyhussyhasbeentothecobwebbedarchofthecellar，whereshehasnorighttogo，foranyoneunderamagistrate。However，Iamgladtoseeit，andwewillnotspareit，John。
Aftermytime，somebody，whoevermarrieslittleRuth，willfindsomerarewinesthere，Itrow，andperhapsnotknowthedifference。’
Thinkingofthistheoldmansighed，andexpectedmetosighafterhim。Butasighisnotlikeayawn
infectious；andweareallmorepronetobesenttosleepthantosorrowbyoneanother。Notbutwhatasighsometimesmaymakeusthinkofsighing。