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In the old country, where the aristocracy still exists in various forms, a newly married young man was sitting down to his evening meal. As frequently happens, the family had seen better days and this fellow had taken a profession to earn his living.

"Gerald," said the new wife, noticing how heartily he was eating, "do I cook as well as your mother did?"

Gerald put down his fork and stared at her intently..

"Once for all, Annie," he said, "I beg you will remember that, although I may seem to be reduced in circumstances now, I come of an old and distinguished family ... my mother was not a cook."