"And there's that china image that I had when I was married--I wouldn't have taken any sum of money for it, and you know it--and how do I find it? With its precious head knocked off! And what was more mean, more contemptible than all besides, it was put on again, as if nothing had happened. "YOU KNEW NOTHING ABOUT IT? "Now, how can you lie there, in your Christian bed, Caudle, and say that? You know that that fellow, Prettyman, knocked off the head with the poker! You know that he did. And you hadn't the feeling-- yes, I will say it--you hadn't the feeling to protect what you knew was precious to me. Oh no, if the truth was known, you were glad to see it broken for that very reason. "Every way I've been insulted. I should like to know who it was who corked whiskers on my dear aunt's picture? Oh! you're laughing, are you? "YOU'RE NOT LAUGHING? "Don't tell me that. I should like to know what shakes the bed, then, if you're not laughing? Yes, corked whiskers on her dear face,--and she was a dear soul to you, Caudle, and you ought to be ashamed of yourself to see her ill-used. Oh, you may laugh! It's very easy to laugh! I only wish you'd a little feeling, like other people, that's all. "Then there's my china mug--the mug I had before I was married--when I was a happy creature. I should like to know who knocked the spout off that mug? Don't tell me it was cracked before--it's no such thing, Caudle; there wasn't a flaw in it--and now, I could have cried when I saw it. Don't tell me it wasn't worth twopence. How do you know? You never buy mugs. But that's like men; they think nothing in a house costs anything. "There's four glasses broke, and nine cracked. At least, that's all I've found out at present; but I daresay I shall discover a dozen to- morrow. "And I should like to know where the cotton umbrella's gone to--and I should like to know who broke the bell-pull--and perhaps you don't know there's a leg off a chair,--and perhaps--" "I was resolved," said Caudle, "to know nothing, and so went to sleep in my ignorance." LECTURE XIV--MRS. CAUDLE THINKS IT "HIGH TIME" THAT THE CHILDREN SHOULD HAVE SUMMER CLOTHING "There, Caudle! If there's anything in the world I hate--and you know it, Caudle--it is asking you for money. I am sure for myself, I'd rather go without a thing a thousand times, and I do--the more shame of you to let me, but--there, now! there you fly out again! "WHAT DO I WANT NOW? "Why, you must know what's wanted, if you'd any eyes--or any pride for your children, like any other father. "WHAT'S THE MATTER--AND WHAT AM I DRIVING AT? "Oh, nonsense, Caudle! As if you didn't know! I'm sure if I'd any money of my own, I'd never ask you for a farthing; never; it's painful to me, goodness knows! What do you say? "IF IT'S PAINFUL, WHY SO OFTEN DO IT?