Frederick Marryat,
The Naval Officer — Chapter XXII
(1895)
“ No, Frank, I shall not surrender at discretion, with all my charms, to any thing less than a captain, with a pair of gold epaulettes.""Very well," replied I, looking into the pier glass, with tolerable self-complacency; "if you choose to pin your happiness on the promises of a first lord of the Admiralty, and a pair of epaulettes, I can say no more. There is no accounting for female taste; some ladies prefer gold lace and wrinkles, to youth and beauty—I am sorry for them, that's all.""Frank," said Emily, "you must acknowledge that you are vain enough to be an admiral at least." ”
