"There, now; that's where you're so aggravating. You behave worse
than any Turk to me,--what?

"YOU WISH YOU WERE A TURK?

"Well, I think that's a pretty wish before your lawful wife! Yes--a
nice Turk you'd make, wouldn't you? Don't think it.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

"Well, it's a good thing I can't see you, for I'm sure you must
blush. Done, indeed!

"Why, when the brutes searched my basket at the Custom House!

"A REGULAR THING, IS IT?

"Then if you knew that, why did you bring me here? No man who
respected his wife would. And you could stand by, and see that
fellow with mustachios rummage my basket; and pull out my night-cap
and rumple the borders, and--well! if you'd had the proper feelings
of a husband, your blood would have boiled again. But no! There you
stood looking as mild as butter at the man, and never said a word;
not when he crumpled my night-cap--it went to my heart like a stab--
crumpled it as if it were any duster. I dare say if it had been Miss
Prettyman's night-cap--oh, I don't care about your groaning--if it
had been her night-cap, her hair-brush her curl-papers, you'd have
said something then. Oh, anybody with the spirit of a man would have
spoken out if the fellow had had a thousand swords at his side.
Well, all I know is this: if I'd have married somebody I could name,