"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 daresay 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 will 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 who'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 home 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 keyhole; 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 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?