"What, Mr. Caudle?

"YOU'LL HAVE A SEPARATE ROOM--YOU'LL NOT BE TORMENTED IN THIS MANNER?

"No, you won't, sir--not while I'm alive. A separate room! And you
call yourself a religious man, Mr. Caudle. I'd advise you to take
down the Prayer Book, and read over the Marriage Service. A separate
room, indeed! Caudle, you're getting quite a heathen. A separate
room! Well, the servants would talk then! But no: no man--not the
best that ever trod, Caudle--should ever make me look so
contemptible.

"I SHA'N'T go to sleep; and you ought to know me better than to ask
me to hold my tongue. Because you come home when I've just stepped
out to do a little shopping, you're worse than a fury. I should like
to know how many hours I sit up for you? What do you say?

"NOBODY WANTS ME TO SIT UP?

"Ha! that's like the gratitude of men--just like 'em! But a poor
woman can't leave the house, that--what?

"WHY CAN'T I GO AT REASONABLE HOURS?

"Reasonable! What do you call eight o'clock? If I went out at
eleven and twelve, as you come home, then you might talk; but seven
or eight o'clock--why, it's the cool of the evening; the nicest time
to enjoy a walk; and, as I say, do a little bit of shopping. Oh yes,
Mr. Caudle, I do think of the people that are kept in the shops just