You'll think me a sentimental fool, I daresay, and fancy I look at things in a new light now that I'm down a pit myself; but, for God's sake, don't marry a woman you can't love.

Tolerably pretty and agreeable won't do, Jack,--that means indifference on your part; and, depend upon it, when a man and woman are tied together for life, there is only a short step from indifference to dislike." "No, Gilbert, it's not that," answered the other, still moodily contemplative of his boots.

"I really like the lady well enough--love her, I daresay.

I have not had much experience of the tender passion since I was jilted by an Oxford barmaid--whom I would have married, by Jove.

But the truth is, the lady in question isn't free to marry just yet.