MRS. BEN DIXON.
Ten! Ah, poor soul, no wonder you look sad. I've been it for eighteen months. I hope you mean to be firm, Mrs. Wheedles?
MRS. WHEEDLES. I shall do my duty as a woman.
MRS. BEN DIXON.
I'm glad to hear you say so. I hope he'll get two years.
MRS. WHEEDLES.
(Sighing.) Ah, so happy as we used to be, too.
ADAM CHERRY.
If you take my advice, you'll make him fork out something to divide between you, and then let him go.