"Caudle, you do nothing but insult me.

"Ha! you were a good-tempered, nice creature fourteen years ago, and
would have done anything for me. Yes, yes, if a woman would be
always cared for, she should never marry. There's quite an end of
the charm when she goes to church! We're all angels while you're
courting us; but once married, how soon you pull our wings off! No,
Mr. Caudle, I'm not talking nonsense; but the truth is, you like to
hear nobody talk but yourself. Nobody ever tells me that I talk
nonsense but you. Now, it's no use your turning and turning about in
that way, it's not a bit of--what do you say?

"YOU'LL GET UP?

"No you won't, Mr. Caudle; you'll not serve me that trick again; for
I've locked the door and hid the key. There's no getting hold of you
all the day-time--but here you can't leave me. You needn't groan
again, Mr. Caudle.

"Now, Caudle, dear, do let us talk comfortably. After all, love,
there's a good many folks who, I daresay, don't get on half so well
as we've done. We've both our little tempers, perhaps; but you ARE
aggravating; you must own that, Caudle. Well, never mind; we won't
talk of it; I won't scold you now. We'll talk of next Sunday, love.
We never have kept our wedding-day, and I think it would be a nice
day to have our friends. What do you say?

"THEY'D THINK IT HYPOCRISY?

"No hypocrisy at all. I'm sure I try to be comfortable; and if ever