“I wonder who'll be so ready to give you a supper when you want one; for want one you will, unless you change your plans. Don't tell me! I know I'm right. You'll first be eaten up, and then you 'll be laughed at. I know the world. No, indeed, Mr. Caudle, I don't think ill of everybody; don't say that. But I can't see a leg of pork eaten up in that way, without asking myself what it's all to end in if such things go on? And then he must have pickles, too! Couldn't be content with my cabbage--no, Mr. Caudle, I won't let you go to sleep. It's very well for you to say let you go to sleep, after you've kept me awake till this time. _Why_ did I keep awake? How do you suppose I could go to sleep, when I knew that man was below drinking up your substance in brandy-and-water? for he couldn't be content upon decent, wholesome gin. Upon my word, you ought to be a rich man, Mr. Caudle. You have such very fine friends. I wonder who gives you brandy when you go out! “No, indeed, he couldn't be content with my pickled cabbage--and I should like to know who makes better--but he must have walnuts. And you, too, like a fool--now, don't you think to stop me, Mr. Caudle; a poor woman may be trampled to death, and never say a word--you, too, like a fool--I wonder who'd do it for you--to insist upon the girl going out for pickled walnuts. And in such a night too! With snow upon the ground. Yes; you're a man of fine feelings, you are, Mr. Caudle! but the world doesn't know you as I know you--fine feelings, indeed! to send the poor girl out, when I told you and told your friend too--a pretty brute he is, I'm sure--that the poor girl had got a cold and chilblains on her toes But I know what will be the end of that; she 'll be laid up, and we shall have a nice doctor's bill And you 'll pay it, I can tell you--for _I_ wont. “Wish you were out of the world? Oh! yes, that's all very easy, I'm sure _I_ might wish it. “Don't swear in that dreadful way! Ain't you afraid that the bed will open and swallow you? And don't swing about in that way. _That_ will do no good. _That_ won't bring back the leg of pork,--and the brandy you've poured down both of your throats. Oh, I know it! I'm sure of it. I only recollected it when I'd got into bed,--and if it hadn't been so cold, you'd have seen me down stairs again, I can tell you--I recollected it, and a pretty two hours I've passed, that I left the key in the cupboard,--and I knew it--I could see by the manner of you, when you came into the room--I know you've got the other bottle. However, there's one comfort: you told me to send for the best brandy--the very best--for your other friend, who called last Wednesday. Ha! ha! It was British--the cheapest British--and nice and ill I hope the pair of you will be tomorrow.