"Wonderful woman!" he said.
"Nothing escapes her! Allow me, my dear." He rose and presented the letter, as if he was presenting a petition.
Mrs.Gallilee snatched it out of his hand.

Mr.Gallilee went softly back to his chair, and breathed a devout ejaculation.

"Oh, Lord!" It was a letter from one of the tradespeople, whom Mrs.Gallilee had attempted to pacify with a payment "on account." The tradesman felt compelled, in justice to himself, to appeal to Mr.Gallilee, as master of the house (!).

It was impossible for him (he submitted with the greatest respect) to accept a payment, which did not amount to one-third of the sum owing to him for more than a twelvemonth.

"Wretch!" cried Mrs.Gallilee.