Oh, she's been failin' in love or something, and has got to be locked up.
TYLER.
Well then, last but not least, there's the individual who is kicking his 'eels about the 'ouse, and giving himself the airs of the 'aughty.
JANE.
[Mysteriously.] What—Missus's husband?
TYLER.
Yes—Missus's husband.
JANE.
Ah! Mark my word, if ever there was a mystery, there's one.