knows!

"Well, upon my word, I've lived to hear something. Carry the street-
door key about with you! I've heard of such things with young good-
for-nothing bachelors, with nobody to care what became of 'em; but
for a married man to leave his wife and children in a house with a
door upon the latch--don't talk to me about Chubb, it's all the same-
-a great deal you must care for us. Yes, it's very well for you to
say that you only want the key for peace and quietness--what's it to
you, if I like to sit up? You've no business to complain; it can't
distress you. Now, it's no use your talking; all I say is this,
Caudle: if you send a man to put on any lock here, I'll call in a
policeman; as I'm your married wife, I will.

"No, I think when a man comes to have the street-door key, the sooner
he turns bachelor altogether the better. I'm sure, Caudle, I don't
want to be any clog upon you. Now, it's no use your telling me to
hold my tongue, for I--What?

"I GIVE YOU THE HEADACHE, DO I?

"No, I don't, Caudle; it's your club that gives you the headache;
it's your smoke, and your--well! if ever I knew such a man in all my
life! there's no saying a word to you! You go out, and treat
yourself like an emperor--and come home at twelve at night, or any
hour for what I know, and then you threaten to have a key, and--and--
and--"


"I did get to sleep at last," says Caudle, "amidst the falling