us--but what's that to do with it? Things aren't the less true for
being old, I suppose. No; and your conduct, Mr. Caudle, at that
time--if it was a hundred years ago--I should never forget. What?

"I SHALL ALWAYS BE THE SAME SILLY WOMAN?

"I hope I shall--I trust I shall always have my eyes about me in my
own house. Now, don't think of going to sleep, Caudle; because, as
you've brought this up about that Rebecca, you shall hear me out.
Well, I do wonder that you can name her! Eh?

"YOU DIDN'T NAME HER?

"That's nothing at all to do with it; for I know just as well what
you think, as if you did. I suppose you'll say that you didn't drink
a glass of wine to her?

"NEVER?

"So you said at the time, but I've thought of it for ten long years,
and the more I've thought the surer I am of it. And at that very
time--if you please to recollect--at that very time little Jack was a
baby. I shouldn't have so much cared but for that; but he was hardly
running alone, when you nodded and drank a glass of wine to that
creature. No; I'm not mad, and I'm not dreaming. I saw how you did
it,--and the hypocrisy made it worse and worse. I saw you when the
creature was just behind my chair; you took up a glass of wine, and
saying to me, 'Margaret,' and then lifting up your eyes at the bold
minx, and saying 'my dear,' as if you wanted me to believe that you
spoke only to me, when I could see you laugh at her behind me. And