beau, clerk to Mr. Simpson, you know, and yet if you do but meet him of a morning, he is not fit to be seen. — I suppose your brother was quite a beau, Miss Dashwood, before he married, as he was so rich?”

“Upon my word,” replied Elinor, “I cannot tell you, for I do not perfectly comprehend the meaning of the word.

But this I can say, that if he ever was a beau before he married, he is one still for there is not the smallest alteration in him.”

“Oh! dear! one never thinks of married men's being beaux — they have something else to do.”

“Lord! Anne,” cried her sister, “you can talk of nothing but beaux; — you will make Miss Dashwood believe you think of nothing else.”