I must wear gloves, by Jove I must, and my coat is old-fashioned, as Binnie says; what a fine match might be made between that child and Clive! She reminds me of a pair of eyes I haven't seen these forty years.

I would like to have Clive married to her; to see him out of the scrapes and dangers that young fellows encounter, and safe with such a sweet girl as that.

If God had so willed it, I might have been happy myself, and could have made a woman happy.

But the Fates were against me.

I should like to see Clive happy, and then say Nunc dimittis.