Mon. But what dost thou suspect?
Flip. Why, what should one suspect, where a husband loves nothing but getting of money, and a wife nothing but spending on't?
Mon. So she wants that same, then?
Flip. I say no such thing, I know nothing of the matter; pray make no wrong interpretation of what I say, my Lady wants nothing that I know of. 'Tis true——she has had ill luck at cards of late, I believe she has not won once this month: but what of that?
Mon. Ha!
Flip. 'Tis true, I know her spirit's that she'd see her husband hanged before she'd ask him for a farthing.
Mon. Ha!
Flip. And then I know him again, he'd see her drown'd before he'd give her a farthing; but that's a help to your affair, you know.
Mon. 'Tis so, indeed.
Flip. Ah——well, I'll say nothing; but if she had none of these things to fret her——