"Oh, you needn't lie groaning there, for you don't think I shall ever
forget Rebecca. Yes,--it's very well for you to swear at Rebecca
now,--but you didn't swear at her then, Mr. Caudle, I know.
'Margaret, my dear!' Well, how you can have the face to look at me -

"YOU DON'T LOOK AT ME?

"The more shame for you.

"I can only say, that either Kitty leaves the house, or I do. Which
is it to be, Mr. Caudle? Eh?

"YOU DON'T CARE? BOTH?

"But you're not going to get rid of me in that manner, I can tell
you. But for that trollop--now, you may swear and rave as you like -

"YOU DON'T INTEND TO SAY A WORD MORE?

"Very well; it's no matter what you say--her quarter's up on Tuesday,
and go she shall. A soup-plate and a basin went yesterday.

"A soup-plate and a basin, and when I've the headache as I have, Mr.
Caudle, tearing me to pieces! But I shall never be well in this
world--never. A soup-plate and a basin!"


"She slept," writes Caudle, "and poor Kitty left on Tuesday."