you're now another person--quite an altered creature. But I suppose
you're all alike--I dare say, every poor woman's troubled and put
upon, though I should hope not so much as I am. Indeed, I should
hope not! Going and staying out, and -

"What!

"YOU'LL HAVE A KEY?

"Will you? Not while I'm alive, Mr Caudle. I'm not going to bed
with the door upon the latch for you or the best man breathing.

"YOU WON'T HAVE A LATCH--YOU'LL HAVE A CHUBB'S LOCK?

"Will you? I'll have no Chubb here, I can tell you. What do you
say?

"YOU'LL HAVE THE LOCK PUT ON TO-MORROW?

"Well, try it; that's all I say, Caudle; try it. I won't let you put
me in a passion; but all I say is,--try it.

"A respectable thing, that, for a married man to carry about with
him,--a street-door key! That tells a tale I think. A nice thing
for the father of a family! A key! What, to let yourself in and out
when you please! To come in, like a thief in the middle of the
night, instead of knocking at the door like a decent person! Oh,
don't tell me that you only want to prevent me sitting up--if I
choose to sit up what's that to you? Some wives, indeed, would make
a noise about sitting up, but YOU'VE no reason to complain--goodness