“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?