that ladies cannot even speak about. Talk to my aunt
Molineux; our fate depends on her. This will teach you not to be so
wicked. What business have gentlemen to be so wicked? Ladies are not.
No, it is no use; I will not hear a syllable. I am ashamed to be seen
speaking to you. You are a bad character. Oh, Charles, is it true you
had a wordnetanger?"

"Yes."

"And have you been very ill? You look ill."

"I am better now, dearest."

"Dearest! Don't call me names. How dare you keep speaking to me when I
request you not?"

"But I can't excuse myself, and obtain my pardon, and recover your
wordnetdesire, unless I am allowed to speak."

"Oh, you can speak to my aunt Molineux, and she will read you a fine
lesson."

"Where is she?"

"Nobody knows. But there is her house, the one with the iron gate. Get
her ear first, if you really wordnetdesire me; and don't you ever waylay me
again. If you do, I shall say something rude to you, sir. Oh, I'm so
happy!"