His Wife.
(Kissing his hand.) My poor darling!
The Man.
But what is this parcel on the table? It seems to send forth a most unctuous smell. Did you put it there?
His Wife.
No indeed! It must have been the neighbours.
The Man.
What dear, goodhearted folks! But it is strange to think that, for all the kind people in the world, a man may perish of hunger! Why should that be?—Ah! Look there!
His Wife.
How you frighten me! How your eyes are staring! What is it you see? Surely it is something dreadful?