declare that my sentiments towards both of these young ladies—both, you understand—have been restricted to a respectful and—and merely friendly esteem. … Don't shoot, Alfred! … I thought that was quite understood on all sides. Only have a little more patience, Alfred, and I will undertake to convince even you that I could not for a moment have contemplated depriving you of the hand of this extremely charming and attractive lady, who will not let go my arm. … I—I am a married man!"
"Married!" shrieked Miss Davenport, cowering back.
"Married!" exclaimed Miss Tyrrell, as she hid her face upon her father's shoulder.
"Married!" shouted the Judge. "By heavens, sir, you shall account to me for this!"
"Married!" cried Sophia. "Oh, Peter, I was not prepared for this! When? Where?"
"When? Where?" he echoed. "You were not prepared for it? Perhaps you will ask me next who my wife is!"
"I shall not indeed," said Sophia, "for I have no longer the slightest curiosity on such a subject!"
