A. M. Heeley, Once a Week (1862)
“ He forgot his fifty summers, or remembered them only with a sigh, to call himself an old fool, and then to return and lose himself more deeply in the new interest that had stirred the pulses of his heart once more. "My dear, my dear, will you step here for a moment!" cried the Major, in a perturbed voice to Mrs. Vinrace one morning; "here's a mess we are in!" He went on as soon as he found himself alone with his wife. "Would you believe it, I have had Mr. Neville here proposing for our Clara?" "Impossible! Why he is old enough to be her father!" ”
