"Why, sir, dare you ask why? Because you deceive her, sir; because
you are a false, cowardly traitor, sir; because YOU HAVE A WIFE
ELSEWHERE, SIR!" And the old lady and Miss Betsy began to roar
again as loud as ever.

Altamont pawsed for a minnit, and then flung the door wide open;
nex he seized Miss Betsy as if his hand were a vice, and he world
her out of the room; then up he goes to Mrs. S. "Get up," says he,
thundering loud, "you lazy, trolloping, mischsef-making, lying old
fool! Get up, and get out of this house. You have been the cuss
and bain of my happyniss since you entered it. With your d----d
lies, and novvle rending, and histerrix, you have perwerted Mary,
and made her almost as mad as yourself."

"My child! my child!" shriex out Mrs. Shum, and clings round
missis. But Altamont ran between them, and griping the old lady by
her arm, dragged her to the door. "Follow your daughter, ma'm,"
says he, and down she went. "CHAWLS, SEE THOSE LADIES TO THE
DOOR," he hollows out, "and never let them pass it again." We
walked down together, and off they went: and master locked and
double-locked the bedroom door after him, intendin, of course, to
have a tator-tator (as they say) with his wife. You may be sure
that I followed up stairs again pretty quick, to hear the result of
their confidence.

As they say at St. Stevenses, it was rayther a stormy debate.
"Mary," says master, "you're no longer the merry greatful gal I
knew and loved at Pentonwill: there's some secret a pressin on you--
there's no smilin welcom for me now, as there used formly to be!