Let me, who have learned already to adore you--" "So," cried she, turning on him in a moment (for, on some points, woman's instinct is the lightning of wisdom), "this, sir, was your object?
I may no longer hold a place in my husband's heart; but I am mistress of his house.

Leave it, sir! and never return to it while I live." Sir Charles, again discomfited, bowed reverentially.

"Your wish shall ever be respected by me, madam! But here they come.

Use the right of a wife.

Conceal yourself in that high chair.