"YOU DON'T REMEMBER IT?

"But I do: and I remember, too, what brandy was left when Prettyman
left. 'Twould be odd if you could remember much about it, after
that.

"And now you've gone and separated man and wife, and I'm to be blamed
for it. You've not only carried misery into a family, but broken my
confidence. You've proved to me that henceforth I'm not to trust you
with anything, Mr. Caudle. No; I'll lock up whatever I know in my
own breast,--for now I find nobody, not even one's own husband, is to
be relied upon. From this moment, I may look upon myself as a
solitary woman. Now, it's no use your trying to go to sleep. What
do you say?

"YOU KNOW THAT?

"Very well. Now I want to ask you one question more. Eh?

"YOU WANT TO ASK ME ONE?

"Very well--go on--I'm not afraid to be catechised. I never dropped
a syllable that as a wife I ought to have kept to myself--no, I'm not
at all forgetting what I've said--and whatever you've got to ask me
speak out at once. No--I don't want you to spare me; all I want you
is to speak.

"YOU WILL SPEAK?

"Well then, do.