Spring Breeze

Spring Breeze
Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
¡¡¡¡"You were, just now; I saw you do it, and I don't wonder at it. Such a present of plate as you have made 'em, is enough to bring tears into anybody's eyes. There's not a fork or a spoon in the collection," said Miss Pross, "that I didn't cry over, last night after the box came, till I couldn't see it." ¡¡¡¡"I am highly gratified," said Mr. Lorry, "though, upon my honour, I had no intention of rendering those trifling articles of remembrance invisible to any one. Dear me! This is an occasion that makes a man speculate on all he has lost. Dear, dear, dear! To think that there might have been a Mrs. Lorry, any time these fifty years almost!" ¡¡¡¡"Not at all!" From Miss Pross. ¡¡¡¡"You think there never might have been a Mrs. Lorry?" asked the gentleman of that name. ¡¡¡¡"Pooh!" rejoined Miss Pross; "you were a bachelor in your cradle." ¡¡¡¡"Well!" observed Mr. Lorry, beamingly adjusting his little wig, "that seems probable, too." ¡¡¡¡"And you were cut out for a bachelor," pursued Miss Pross, "before you were put in your cradle."