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But you brought me here that I might be insulted; you'd no other reason for dragging me from England. Ha! let me once get home, Mr. Caudle, and you may wear your tongue out before you get me into outlandish places again. "There, now; that's where you're so aggravating. You behave worse than any Turk to me, what? "Well, I think that's a pretty wish before your lawful wife!
To make a sweet VEAL PIE. Take a loin of veal, cut off the thin part length ways, cut the rest in thin slices, as much as you have occasion for, flat it with your bill, and cut off the bone ends next the chine, season it with nutmeg and salt; take half a pound of raisins stoned, and half a pound of currans well clean'd, mix all together, and lay a few of them at the bottom of the dish, lay a layer of meat; and betwixt every layer lay on your fruit, but leave some for the top; you must make a puff-paste; but lay none in the bottom of the dish; when you have filled your pie, put in a jill of water and a little butter, when it is baked have a caudle to put into it.
I really believe you think money a sin, instead of the greatest blessing; for I can't mention any of our acquaintance that's rich and I'm sure we don't know too many such people that you haven't something to say against 'em. It's only beggars that you like people with not a shilling to bless themselves. Ha! though you're my husband, I must say it you're a man of low notions, Caudle.
You'd have all the world do nothing half its time but twiddle its thumbs, or walk in the parks, or go to picture-galleries, and museums, and such nonsense. Very fine, indeed; but, thank goodness! the world isn't come to that pass yet. "What do you say I am, Mr. Caudle? "Oh yes, I can; quite as far as you, and a great deal farther. But I can't go out shopping a little with my dear friend Mrs.
Come, there's a good creature; there's a love. I'm sure, Caudle, I wouldn't refuse you anything and you know it, or ought to know it by this time. I only wish I had a secret! To whom should I think of confiding it, but to my dear husband? I should be miserable to keep it to myself, and you know it. Now Caudle? "Was there ever such a man? A man, indeed! A brute! yes, Mr.
"I only wish you thought as much as I do, you'd be a better man than you are, Caudle, I can tell you; but that's nothing to do with it. I'm talking about decent clothes for the children for the summer, and you want to put me off with something about the church; but that's so like you, Caudle! "How can you lie in your bed and say that?
You go a nice way to make 'em extravagant teach 'em nice lessons to begin the world with. Do you know what puddings cost; or do you think they fly in at the window? "You hate cold mutton. The more shame for you, Mr. Caudle. I'm sure you've the stomach of a lord, you have. No, sir: I didn't choose to hash the mutton.
Caudle, you don't know even now what I can be when my blood's up. You've trod upon the worm long enough; some day won't you be sorry for it! "Now, none of your profane cryings out! You needn't talk about Heaven in that way: I'm sure you're the last person who ought. What I say is this. Your conduct at the Custom House was shameful cruel! And in a foreign land, too!
But the hypocrites that the men are- -oh! "Haven't I told you? It's under your pillow there, you needn't be feeling for it. I tell you it's under your pillow. "Yes; a great deal you know of what's right just now! Ha! was there ever any poor soul used as I am! "Pah! Mr. Caudle! I've only to say, I'm tired of your conduct quite tired, and don't care how soon there's an end of it.
Sweet, patient incarnation of unquestioning fidelity, she stands the eternal antithesis of Mrs. Caudle. From Kittie's letter, I inferred you were not well; but certainly, my dear Leo, I never saw you look more lovely than to-day." "Just now Kittie's perceptions are awry, dazzled by the rose light that wrap? her world. Has Prince arrived?"
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