You were at the mines, we heard.

Her one desire is to meet her husband.

But, goodness! Fleetwood, why do you frown?
You acknowledge the marriage, she has the name of the church; she was married out of that old Lord Levellier's house.

You drove her--I won't repeat the flighty business.
You left her, and she did her best to follow you.

Will the young men of our time not learn that life is no longer a game when they have a woman for partner in the match! You don't complain of her flavour of a foreign manner?
She can't be so very...