“And what you men can find to talk about, I can't think! Instead of a man sitting every night at home with his wife, and going to bed at a Christian hour,--going to a club, to meet a set of people who don't care a button for him, it 's monstrous! What do you say? _You only go once a week?_ That's nothing at all to do with it: you might as well go every night; and I dare say you will soon. But if you do, you may get in as you can: _I_ won't sit up for you, I can tell you. “My health's being destroyed night after night-and--oh, don't say it's only once a week; I tell you, that's nothing to do with it--if you had any eyes, you would see how ill I am; but you've no eyes for anybody belonging to you: oh, no! your eyes are for people out of doors. It's very well for you to call me a foolish, aggravating woman! I should like to see the woman who'd sit up for you as I do. _You didn't want me to sit up?_ Yes, yes; that's your thanks--that's your gratitude: I'm to ruin my health, and to be abused for it. Nice principles you've got at that club, Mr. Caudle! “But there's one comfort--one great comfort; it can't last long: I'm sinking--I feel it, though I never say anything about it--but I know my own feelings, and I say it can't last long. And then I should like to know who 'll sit up for you! Then I should like to know how your second wife--what do you say? _You'll never be troubled with another?_ Troubled, indeed! I never troubled you, Caudle. No; it's you've troubled me; and you know it; though like a foolish woman I've borne it all, and never said a word about it. But it _can't_ last--that's one blessing! “Oh, if a woman could only know what she'd have to suffer, before she was married--Don't tell me you want to go to sleep! if you want to go to sleep, you should come at proper hours! It's time to get up, for what I know, now. Shouldn't wonder if you hear the milk in five minutes--there's the sparrows up already; yes, I say the sparrows; and, Caudle, you ought to blush to hear 'em. _You don't hear 'em?_ Ha! you won't hear 'em, you mean, _I_ hear 'em. No, Mr. Caudle; it _isn't_ the wind whistling in the key-hole; I'm not quite foolish, though you may think so. I hope I know wind from a sparrow! “Ha! when I think what a man you were before we were married! But you 're now another person--quite an-altered creature. But I suppose you 're all alike--I dare say, every poor woman's troubled and put upon, though I should hope not so much as I am. Indeed, I should hope not! Going and staying out, and--What! _You 'll have a dead-latch key?_ Will you? Not while I'm alive, Mr. Caudle. I'm not going to bed with the door upon the latch for you or the best man breathing. _You won't have a latch--you'll have a Chubb's lock?_ Will you? I'll have no Chubb here, I can tell you. What do you say? _You'll have the lock put on to-morrow?_ Well, try it; that's all I say, Caudle, try it. I won't let you put me in a passion; but all I say is,--try it.