She's big enough to eat him, but I believe that they are engaged.

Perseverance has done it in his case.

He used to go about like a blighted flower--" "I am rather busy," his partner reminded him.
Mr.Swann sighed and resumed his own labours.

For some time both men wrote in silence.

Then the elder suddenly put his pen down and hit his desk a noisy thump with his fist.
"I've got it," he said, briskly; "apologize humbly for all your candour, and I will give you a piece of information which shall brighten your dull eyes, raise the corners of your drooping mouth, and renew once more the pink and cream in your youthful cheeks." "Look here--" said the overwrought Hardy.
"Samson Wilks," interrupted Mr.Swann, "number three, Fullalove Alley, at home Fridays, seven to nine, to the daughter of his late skipper, who always visits him on that day.