Aman. Then e'en speak the truth.
Ber. Shall I? Then after all, I did love him, Amanda, as a man does penance.
Aman. Why did you not refuse to marry him, then?
Ber. Because my mother would have whipped me.
Aman. How did you live together?
Ber. Like man and wife—asunder. He loved the country, I the town. He hawks and hounds, I coaches and equipage. He eating and drinking, I carding and playing. He the sound of a horn, I the squeak of a fiddle. Whenever we met we gave one another the spleen.
Aman. But tell me one thing truly and sincerely.
Ber. What's that?
Aman. Notwithstanding all these jars, did not his death at last extremely trouble you?
Ber. O, yes. Not that my present pangs were so very violent, but the after pangs were intolerable. I was forced to wear a beastly widow's band a twelvemonth for 't.