MR. BEN DIXON.
My dear Bella, do not interrupt. There were reasons rendering it necessary for me to control my longing—you were one of them.
MRS. WHEEDLES.
And did you never think of what had become of me—of how I was getting on?
MR. BEN DIXON.
Do you think I could have lived a moment in doubt? I made enquiries. They told me you were well and——
MRS. BEN DIXON.
You said just now they told you she was dead.
MR. BEN DIXON.
(Irritably.) My good woman, do be quiet. I'm not addressing you. I'm talking to my wife.