“You didn’t go riding upon donkeys?
“Yes; it’s very well for you to say so: but I dare say you did. I tell you, Caudle, I know what you are when you’re out. I wouldn’t trust any of you - you especially, Caudle.
“Then you must go in the thick of the fair, and have the girls scratching your coat with rattles!
“You couldn’t help it, if they did scratch your coat?
“Don’t tell me; people don’t scratch coats unless they’re encouraged to do it. And you must go in a swing, too.
“You didn’t go in a swing?
“Well, if you didn’t it was no fault of yours; you wished to go I’ve no doubt.
“And then you must go into the shows? There, - you don’t deny that. You did go into a show.
“What of it, Mr. Caudle?
“A good deal of it, sir. Nice crowding and squeezing in those shows, I know. Pretty places! And you a married man and the father of a family. No: I won’t hold my tongue. It’s very well for you to threaten to get up. You’re to go to Greenwich Fair, and race up and down the hill, and play at kiss in the ring. Pah! it’s disgusting, Mr. Caudle. Oh, I dare say you did play at it; if you didn’t, you’d have liked, and that’s just as bad; - and you can go into swings, and shows, and roundabouts. If I was you, I should hide my head under the clothes and be ashamed of myself.