"No, it doesn't; never; well, very seldom, and that's the same thing.
Can I help it, if the blacks will fly, and the things must be rinsed
again? Don't say that; I'm NOT made happy by the blacks, and they
DON'T prolong my enjoyment; and, more than that, you're an unfeeling
man to say so. You're enough to make a woman wish herself in her
grave--you are, Caudle.

"And a pretty example you set to your sons! Because we'd a little
wash to-day, and there wasn't a hot dinner--and who thinks of getting
anything hot for washer-women?--because you hadn't everything as you
always have it, you must swear at the cold mutton--and you don't know
what that mutton costs a pound, I dare say--you must swear at a
sweet, wholesome joint like a lord. What?

"YOU DIDN'T SWEAR?

"Yes; it's very well for you to say so; but I know when you're
swearing; and you swear when you little think it; and I say you must
go on swearing as you did, and seize your hat like a savage, and rush
out of the house, and go and take your dinner at a tavern! A pretty
wife people must think you have, when they find you dining at a
public-house. A nice home they must think you have, Mr. Caudle!
What?

"YOU'LL DO SO EVERY TIME I WASH?

"Very well, Mr. Caudle--very well. We'll soon see who's tired of
that, first; for I'll wash a stocking a day if that's all, sooner
than you should have everything as you like. Ha! that's so like you: