"I'M VERY GOOD?

"Yes, I trust so: I try to be so, Caudle. And so, dear, I've been
thinking that we'd better keep a chaise.

"YOU CAN'T AFFORD IT, AND YOU WON'T?

"Don't tell me: I know you'd save money by it. I've been reckoning
what you lay out in omnibuses; and if you'd a chaise of your own--
besides the gentility of the thing--you'd be money in pocket. And
then, again, how often I could go with you to town,--and how, again,
I could call for you when you liked to be a little late at the club,
dear! Now you're obliged to be hurried away, I know it, when, if
you'd only a carriage of your own, you could stay and enjoy yourself.
And after your work you want enjoyment. Of course, I can't expect
you always to run home directly to me: and I don't, Caudle; and you
know it.

"A nice, neat, elegant little chaise. What?

"YOU'LL THINK OF IT?

"There's a love! You are a good creature, Caudle; and 'twill make me
so happy to think you don't depend upon an omnibus. A sweet little
carriage, with our own arms beautifully painted on the panels. What?

"ARMS ARE RUBBISH; AND YOU DON'T KNOW THAT YOU HAVE ANY?

"Nonsense: to be sure you have--and if not, of course they're to be
had for money. I wonder where Chalkpit's, the milkman's arms, came