Wife.—No, that won't do either.
Self.—Well, Fanny, then—what have you got there?
Wife.—Why, 'tis the new work of Mr Dickens—Dombey & Son. What an odd name for a tale!
Self.—Why, how did you get it?
Wife.—Mrs —— (at the parsonage) has just got a packet of books from town, and has lent us this, as it is a wet day, till the evening, and they have got lots to read at present.
Self.—I am very much obliged to them.
Wife.—So am I, for I want to read it first; manners, if you please.
Self.—Come, come, Fanny, I really want it; I've a good deal of curiosity.
Wife.—So have I, too!
Self.—Well, at any rate, let me look at the plates.