a man of your presence, carrying his years as you do.
Eh?
You're blushing, man.

Then maybe 'tis the real thing, and you've come up to talk over settlements ?" "Tut-tut!" interposed the Major, who indeed had coloured up, and apparently not with annoyance.

"There's no woman at all in the case I'm referring to." But here he checked himself.

"Nay, I forgot; I'm wrong there," he admitted; "and if she hadn't had twins, I don't believe 'twould have happened." "Curious circumstance to forget," murmured Mr.Basket; but, perceiving that the Major was indisposed to be communicative, pressed him no further.
At dinner Mrs.Basket, whose welcome had at first been qualified by the prospect of having to give to the unexpected guest her seat at _Love Between Decks_ (on which, good soul, she had set her heart), showed herself in her most amiable light.

She was full of apologies for deserting him.