“Well, I never! No, I never heard of such a thing. A stiletto, too. You brought it from Italy? It makes me feel quite young again. Ah! ‘tis hard to say what we won’t do for a girl when Miss Right comes along. I was just the same—pretty keen on it, I can tell you, when I was your age; and I don’t know, even now,—but a man with grown-up daughters must be careful. Still when I see a little waist, high heels, plump—you know, that’s the way I used to like them when I used to go to the oyster shops; there was one at the top of the Haymarket. Ah! I was young then, young as you are; I was keen on it—Aunt Mary will tell you that—there was nothing I wouldn’t do; I never went as far as stabbing—walking about at night, tears, torments as much as you like, but I never went so far as stabbing. Wonderful
