"And how came I to know nothing about it?"

"How comes it that you don't know many thousand things about the
Romans, brother? Do you think they tell you all their affairs?"

"Married, Ursula, married! well, I declare!"

"You seem disappointed, brother."

"Disappointed! Oh! no, not at all; but Jasper, only a few weeks
ago, told me that you were not married; and, indeed, almost gave me
to understand that you would be very glad to get a husband."

"And you believed him? I'll tell you, brother, for your
instruction, that there is not in the whole world a greater liar
than Jasper Petulengro."

"I am sorry to hear it, Ursula; but with respect to him you
married--who might he be? A gorgio, or a Romany chal?"

"Gorgio, or Romany chal! Do you think I would ever condescend to a
gorgio! It was a Camomescro, brother, a Lovell, a distant relation
of my own."

"And where is he? and what became of him! Have you any family?"

"Don't think I am going to tell you all my history, brother; and,
to tell you the truth, I am tired of sitting under hedges with you,
talking nonsense. I shall go to my house."