"
"Some men would go and leave you," said Mr. Hatchard.
"Well, go," said his wife, bridling. "I don't want you."
"Don't talk nonsense," said the other.
"It ain't nonsense," said Mrs. Hatchard. "If you want to go, go.
I don't want to keep you."
"I only wish I could," said her husband, wistfully.
"There's the door," said Mrs. Hatchard, pointing. "What's to prevent
you?"
"And have you going to the magistrate?" observed Mr. Hatchard.
"Not me," was the reply.
"Or coming up, full of complaints, to the ware-house?"
"Not me," said his wife again.
"It makes my mouth water to think of it," said Mr. Hatchard. "Four years
ago I hadn't a care in the world."
"Me neither," said Mrs. Hatchard; "but then I never thought I should
marry you. I remember the first time I saw you I had to stuff my
handkerchief in my mouth."
"What for?" inquired Mr. Hatchard.
"Keep from laughing," was the reply.
"You took care not to let me see you laugh," said Mr. Hatchard, grimly.
"You were polite enough in them days. I only wish I could have my time
over again; that's all."
"You can go, as I said before," said his wife.
"I'd go this minute," said Mr. Hatchard, "but I know what it 'ud be: in
three or four days you'd be coming and begging me to take you back
again."
"You try me," said Mrs.
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