“Are you mad, woman? Is it taking leave of the few senses you ever had you are?”
“'T won't agree with you.”
“Won't it? just wait till I'm tried.”
“Well, love, how much do you expect to be allowed?”
“Why I can't expect much just yet—we must begin gently—feel the pulse first; but I should hope, by way of start, that six or seven hundred—”
“Gracious Heaven!” exclaimed his wife, dropping the cravat from her hands. “What the devil is the woman shouting at?” said O'Grady.
“Six or seven hundred!!!” exclaimed Mrs. O'Grady; “my dear, there's not as much in the house.”
“No, nor has not been for many a long day; I know that as well as you,” said O'Grady; “but I hope we shall get as much for all that.”
“My dear, where could you get them?” asked the wife, timidly, who began to think his head was a little light.
“From the treasury, to be sure.”