"Every business. No, no. If you choose to go to public dinners, why--as I'm only your wife--I can't help it. But I know what fools men are made of there; and if I know it, you never take your cheque- book again with you. What? Didn't I see your name down last year for ten pounds? 'Job Caudle, Esq., 10 pounds.' It looked very well in the newspapers, of course: and you thought yourself a somebody, when they knocked the tavern tables; but I only wish I'd been there-- yes, I only wish I'd been in the gallery. If I wouldn't have told a piece of my mind, I'm not alive. Ten pounds indeed! and the world thinks you a very fine person for it. I only wish I could bring the world here, and show 'em what's wanted at home. I think the world would alter their mind then; yes--a little. "What do you say? "A WIFE HAS NO RIGHT TO PICK HER HUSBAND'S POCKET? "A pretty husband you are, to talk in that way! Never mind: you can't prosecute her for it--or I've no doubt you would; none at all. Some men would do anything. What? "YOU'VE A BIT OF A HEADACHE? "I hope you have--and a good bit, too. You've been to the right place for it. No--I won't hold my tongue. It's all very well for you men to go to taverns--and talk--and toast--and hurrah--and--I wonder you're not all ashamed of yourselves to drink the Queen's health with all the honours, I believe, you call it--yes, pretty honours you pay to the sex--I say, I wonder you're not ashamed to drink that blessed creature's health, when you've only to think how you use your own wives at home. But the hypocrites that the men are- -oh! "WHERE'S YOUR WATCH? "Haven't I told you? It's under your pillow--there, you needn't be feeling for it. I tell you it's under your pillow. "IT'S ALL RIGHT? "Yes; a great deal you know of what's right just now! Ha! was there ever any poor soul used as I am! "I'M A DEAR CREATURE? "Pah! Mr. Caudle! I've only to say, I'm tired of your conduct-- quite tired, and don't care how soon there's an end of it. "WHY DID I TAKE YOUR CHEQUE-BOOK? "I've told you--to save you from ruin, Mr. Caudle. "YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BE RUINED? "Ha! you don't know anything when you're out! I know what they do at those public dinners--charities, they call 'em; pretty charities! True Charity, I believe, always dines at home. I know what they do: the whole system's a trick. No: I'M NOT A STONY-HEARTED CREATURE: and you ought to be ashamed to say so of your wife and the mother of your children,--but you'll not make me cry to-night, I can tell you-- I was going to say that--oh! you're such an aggravating man I don't know what I was going to say! "THANK HEAVEN?