"WHAT BUSINESS HAD I TO TAKE IT OUT OF YOUR POCKET?

"Every business. No, no. If you choose to go to public dinners,
why--as I'm only your wife--I can't help it. But I know what fools
men are made of there; and if I know it, you never take your cheque-
book again with you. What? Didn't I see your name down last year
for ten pounds? 'Job Caudle, Esq., 10 pounds.' It looked very well
in the newspapers, of course: and you thought yourself a somebody,
when they knocked the tavern tables; but I only wish I'd been there--
yes, I only wish I'd been in the gallery. If I wouldn't have told a
piece of my mind, I'm not alive. Ten pounds indeed! and the world
thinks you a very fine person for it. I only wish I could bring the
world here, and show 'em what's wanted at home. I think the world
would alter their mind then; yes--a little.

"What do you say?

"A WIFE HAS NO RIGHT TO PICK HER HUSBAND'S POCKET?

"A pretty husband you are, to talk in that way! Never mind: you
can't prosecute her for it--or I've no doubt you would; none at all.
Some men would do anything. What?

"YOU'VE A BIT OF A HEADACHE?

"I hope you have--and a good bit, too. You've been to the right
place for it. No--I won't hold my tongue. It's all very well for
you men to go to taverns--and talk--and toast--and hurrah--and--I
wonder you're not all ashamed of yourselves to drink the Queen's