An express came at twelve last night, just as we were all gone to bed, from Colonel Forster, to inform us that she was gone off to Scotland with one of his officers; to own the truth, with Wickham!
In TV sitcoms and in adverts, young men are portrayed as immature, frat boys who are always trying to get around their wives or girlfriends finding out about their bad behavior.
I can honestly say I'm starting to enjoy it. In fact, while I still like ice water with my meal, I often find myself drinking from the glass, not washing with it.