"Go away, sir! How dare you? I will not let you do that again. Sometimes I think you a bear, and sometimes I think you an elephant, but I think I hate you always."
"If you say any more I'll get a divorce on the grounds of cruelty and desertion. May, let us drop this sort of thing. Run and bring me a glass of beer. I've been trotting about the whole morning, and am dying for a glass of beer."
"You deserve to be starved, and you deserve to be thirsty, and you deserve to be----"
"I admit it all. I deserve it all, and every other thing that's awful, except to be married to you. Marion Durrant, spinster, what would you do if I cut my throat?"
"Charlie!"
"Or if I put my head under the wheel of an omnibus laden with exceedingly fat people?"
"Charlie! Charlie!"
"Or if I threw myself over Westminster Bridge with a couple of forty-pound shot tied round my heels?"
"I'll run for the beer, Charlie."
"Ah, I thought I'd get you to move at last. You see you can't bear to leave me even for a minute."