"Now, how can you lie there, in your Christian bed, Caudle, and say
that? You know that that fellow, Prettyman, knocked off the head
with the poker! You know that he did. And you hadn't the feeling--
yes, I will say it--you hadn't the feeling to protect what you knew
was precious to me. Oh no, if the truth was known, you were glad to
see it broken for that very reason.

"Every way I've been insulted. I should like to know who it was who
corked whiskers on my dear aunt's picture? Oh! you're laughing, are
you?

"YOU'RE NOT LAUGHING?

"Don't tell me that. I should like to know what shakes the bed,
then, if you're not laughing? Yes, corked whiskers on her dear
face,--and she was a dear soul to you, Caudle, and you ought to be
ashamed of yourself to see her ill-used. Oh, you may laugh! It's
very easy to laugh! I only wish you'd a little feeling, like other
people, that's all.

"Then there's my china mug--the mug I had before I was married--when
I was a happy creature. I should like to know who knocked the spout
off that mug? Don't tell me it was cracked before--it's no such
thing, Caudle; there wasn't a flaw in it--and now, I could have cried
when I saw it. Don't tell me it wasn't worth twopence. How do you
know? You never buy mugs. But that's like men; they think nothing
in a house costs anything.

"There's four glasses broke, and nine cracked. At least, that's all
I've found out at present; but I daresay I shall discover a dozen to-