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Husb. Her case was very sad, indeed. Wife. But was not he a barbarous wretch to her, to let her know nothing of her circumstances? She was at the ball but the day before, in her velvet suit, and with her jewels on, and they reproach her with it every day. Husb. She did go too fine, indeed. Wife. Do you think she would have done so, if she had known any thing of his circumstances? Husb.
I assure you I will lay down all the state of living, as well as the expense of it; and, first, I will keep no visiting days; secondly, I'll drop the greatest part of the acquaintance I have; thirdly, I will lay down our treats and entertainments, and the like needless occasions of expense, and then I shall have no occasion for so many maids. Husb.
I suppose I'm crying because I can't feel to care about anything in the world, and I wish I could. What's the use of a baby if you can't love it? What's the use of a husb " Lucy's hand was over her lips, and Lucy whispered, "Oh, hush, little Rhoda, hush!" But Rhoda pushed the hand away and cried, "Oh, why do we pretend and pretend and pretend?
Would it not have been more unkind to have let things run on to destruction, and left your wife to the reproach of the world, as having ruined you by her expensive living? Husb.
Were there really a true kindness and affection, as is the pretence, it would be quite otherwise; he would not break his own heart, forsooth, but chose rather to break his wife's heart! he could not be so cruel to tell her of it, and therefore left her to be cruelly and villanously insulted, as she was, by the bailiffs and creditors. Was that his kindness to her? Husb.
At last, she began the discourse with him in a respectful, obliging manner, but with the utmost importunity to get it out of him, thus: Wife. My dear, what is the matter with you? Husb. Nothing. Wife. Husb. Prithee, don't trouble me. Wife. I will know what is the matter Husb. I tell you nothing is the matter what should be the matter? Wife.
It is very hard; I have not your spirit, my dear. Wife. I hope you are not more ashamed to retrench, than you would be to have your name in the Gazette. Husb. It is sad work to come down hill thus. Wife. It would be worse to fall down at one blow from the top; better slide gently and voluntarily down the smooth part, than to be pushed down the precipice, and be dashed all in pieces.
Wife. It would be very unkind to let me know nothing till it comes and swallows you up and me too, all on a sudden; I must know it, then; pray tell it me now. Husb. Why, then, I will tell you; indeed, I am not going to break, and I hope I am in no danger of it, at least not yet. Wife.
Don't tell me of mortifications; it would be a worse mortification, a thousand times over, to have you ruined, and have your creditors insult me with being the occasion of it. Husb. It is very kind in you, my dear, and I must always acknowledge it; but, however, I would not have you straiten yourself too much neither. Wife.
Wife. Then you will not trust your wife with knowing what touches you so sensibly? Husb. I tell you, it is nothing, it is a trifle, it is not worth talking of. Wife. Don't put me off with such stuff as that; I tell you, it is not for nothing that you have been so concerned, and that so long too; I have seen it plain enough; why, you have drooped upon it for this fortnight past, and above. Husb.
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