“ ‘Tom,’ said the old gentleman, ‘the widow’s a fine woman⁠—remarkably fine woman⁠—eh, Tom?’ Here the old fellow screwed up his eyes, cocked up one of his wasted little legs, and looked altogether so unpleasantly amorous, that Tom was quite disgusted with the levity of his behaviour⁠—at his time of life, too!

“ ‘I am her guardian, Tom,’ said the old gentleman.

“ ‘Are you?’ inquired Tom Smart.

“ ‘I knew her mother, Tom,’ said the old fellow: ‘and her grandmother. She was very fond of me⁠—made me this waistcoat, Tom.’