Tom: oh, it is nothing sir. Two people got married this morning and now they are going away Rose: there they come! Maxwell: yes, I can see them. Rose: she is not very young is she? Maxwell: no, she is not. Will you have a drink? My name is Henry Maxwell. Rose: well that is very kind of you Mr. Maxwell. Thank. You Maxwell: Tom please brings miss Rose: Rose Wellington. Maxwell: bring Miss Wellington a drink. Tom: yes, sir. Maxwell: what will you have Miss. Wellington? Rose: tom knows. The same as usual, tom, please. Tom: yes, miss Wellington. Certainly Maxwell: shall we sit here? Rose: thank you. How old was she, do you think? Maxwell: I am not sure. I only saw her for a minute. About forty perhaps. Rose :Oh I do not think. So. She looked about the same age as he was; and he was; and he was only about thirty-five. Maxwell: Oh, she was older than that ,I am certain. A man ought to marry a woman who is younger than himself, do not you think ? Thank you , tom. Rose :Yes, it is usually better that way, I suppose. I was telling my sister Lilian the same thing this morning.