"Oh, very. She was always at it! I used to be tired to death of her music and often wished she would leave off: but now she is gone Miss Wilson, I would give the world to hear her play Foote's minuet!"
"Or, 'Off she goes,'" added I.
"What is that, pray, Miss?"
"A very lively dance," I answered.
"True, Miss, I recollect my wife used to play it."
"Dear me, Sir William, how could she be so foolish as to run away? I dare say you never interfered with her, or entered her room without knocking."
"Never, upon my honour."
"Well, I always heard you were a very kind, obliging, good-natured husband."
"Yes, and sometimes, when I used to knock latterly, Lady Abdy would not open the door!"
"That was wrong," said I, shaking my head, "very wrong."