"Where's your cheque-book?
"Never mind your cheque-book. I took care of that.
"What business had I to take it out of your pocket?
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"Every business. No, no. If you choose to go to public dinners, why—as I'm only your wife—I can't help it. But I know what fools men are made of there; and if I know it, you never take your chequebook again with you. What! Didn't I see your name down last year for ten pounds? 'Job Caudle, Esq., £10.' It looked very well in the newspapers, of course: and you thought yourself a somebody, when they knocked the tavern tables; but I only wish I'd been there—yes, I only wish I'd been in the gallery. If I wouldn't have told a piece of my mind, I'm not alive. Ten pounds indeed! and the world thinks you a very fine person for it. I only wish I could bring the world here, and show 'em what's wanted at home. I think the world would alter their mind then; yes—a little.
"What do you say?
"A wife has no right to pick her husband's pocket?
"A pretty husband you are, to talk in that way! Never mind: you can't prosecute her for it—or I've no
