“ Old ,” said Mr. Jingle briefly but emphatically.

“Why, yes,” said the attorney, with a slight cough. “You are right, my dear Sir, she is rather old. She comes of an old family though, my dear Sir; old in every sense of the word. The founder of that family came into Kent when Julius Caesar invaded Britain;⁠—only one member of it, since, who hasn’t lived to eighty-five, and he was beheaded by one of the Henrys. The old lady is not seventy-three now, my dear Sir.” The little man paused, and took a pinch of snuff.

“Well,” cried Mr. Jingle.