“Small blame to him,” replied the conjurer. “If I had such a wife I would not remain a single hour in her company.”
“And is that the tratement you give a heart-broken and desarted crature like me?”
“Come, what made him run away from you?”
“In regard, sir, of a dislike he took to me.”
“That was a proof that the man had some taste.”
“Ay, but why hadn't he that taste afore he married me?”
“It was very well that he had it afterwards—better late than never.”
“I want you to tell me where he is.”
“What family have you?”
“Seven small childre that's now fatherless, I may say.”