"Mr. Caudle, I'll not lie quiet in my own bed to be insulted. Oh, yes, you DID mean to insult me. I know what you mean. You mean, if I HAD been born a man, you'd never have married me. That's a pretty sentiment, I think; and after the wife I've been to you. And now I suppose you'll be going to public dinners every day! It's no use your telling me you've only been to one before; that's nothing to do with it--nothing at all. Of course you'll be out every night now. I knew what it would come to when you were made a mason: when you were once made a 'brother,' as you call yourself, I knew where the husband and father would be;--I'm sure, Caudle, and though I'm your own wife, I grieve to say it--I'm sure you haven't so much heart that you have any to spare for people out of doors. Indeed, I should like to see the man who has! No, no, Caudle; I'm by no means a selfish woman-- quite the contrary; I love my fellow-creatures as a wife and mother of a family, who has only to look to her own husband and children, ought to love 'em. "A 'brother,' indeed! What would you say, if I was to go and be made a 'sister'? Why, I know very well the house wouldn't hold you. "WHERE'S YOUR WATCH? "How should I know where your watch is? You ought to know. But to be sure, people who go to public dinners never know where anything is when they come home. You've lost it, no doubt; and 'twill serve you quite right if you have. If it should be gone--and nothing more likely--I wonder if any of your 'brothers' will give you another? Catch 'em doing it. "YOU MUST FIND YOUR WATCH? AND YOU'LL GET UP FOR IT? "Nonsense!--don't be foolish--lie still. Your watch is on the mantelpiece. Ha! isn't it a good thing for you, you've somebody to take care of it? "What do you say? "I'M A DEAR CREATURE? "Very dear, indeed, you think me, I dare say. But the fact is, you don't know what you're talking about to-night. I'm a fool to open my lips to you--but I can't help it. "WHERE'S YOUR WATCH? "Haven't I told you--on the mantelpiece? "ALL RIGHT, INDEED! "Pretty conduct you men call all right. There now, hold your tongue, Mr. Caudle, and go to sleep: I'm sure 'tis the best thing you can do to-night. You'll be able to listen to reason to-morrow morning; now, it's thrown away upon you. "WHERE'S YOUR CHEQUE-BOOK? "Never mind your cheque-book. I took care of that. "WHAT BUSINESS HAD I TO TAKE IT OUT OF YOUR POCKET?