Mr. Huntly. Have you heard how Brown’s wife has treated him?
Mr. F. Not a word.
Mr. H. She has deserted him, and gone, no one knows whither. After dinner yesterday, Brown went to his room a moment, leaving his pocket-book on the table. When he returned, his wife, and his pocket-book—containing several hundred dollars—were gone. And although a thorough search has been instituted, no tidings have been had of either.
Mr. G. It seems to me that a woman who would do such a thing has not been properly trained by her husband.
Mr. F. In my opinion, there are some women of such a nature that they will not brook subjection even from their husbands; or, in fact, subordination of any kind.
Mr. G. (firmly). I would like to see any woman whom I could not bring under subjection. I cannot conceive of a man surrendering the authority, which is his natural right, into the hands of a woman.
Mr. H. (smiling). Do you intend, Grover, to carry out your theory of domestic government under your present circumstances?
Mr. G. I certainly do not mean to submit to petticoat government. In my eyes the husband should be at the head of the household, and, while I occupy that position, I shall delegate my authority to no one. (Mrs. Grover enters, R.) My dear, allow me to present to you, my friends, Mr. Farwell and Mr. Huntly.
Mrs. G. I am happy to see you, gentlemen. As friends of my husband, I am glad to make your acquaintance.
Mr. G. (turning to his wife). Is dinner ready?