health with all the honours, I believe, you call it--yes, pretty
honours you pay to the sex--I say, I wonder you're not ashamed to
drink that blessed creature's health, when you've only to think how
you use your own wives at home. But the hypocrites that the men are-
-oh!

"WHERE'S YOUR WATCH?

"Haven't I told you? It's under your pillow--there, you needn't be
feeling for it. I tell you it's under your pillow.

"IT'S ALL RIGHT?

"Yes; a great deal you know of what's right just now! Ha! was there
ever any poor soul used as I am!

"I'M A DEAR CREATURE?

"Pah! Mr. Caudle! I've only to say, I'm tired of your conduct--
quite tired, and don't care how soon there's an end of it.

"WHY DID I TAKE YOUR CHEQUE-BOOK?

"I've told you--to save you from ruin, Mr. Caudle.

"YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BE RUINED?

"Ha! you don't know anything when you're out! I know what they do at
those public dinners--charities, they call 'em; pretty charities!
True Charity, I believe, always dines at home. I know what they do: