"You, the mother of a young family--the wife of a clergyman of the Church of England.

By Jove!" "Bute Crawley, you are a fool," said the Rector's wife scornfully.
"Well, Ma'am, fool or not--and I don't say, Martha, I'm so clever as you are, I never did.

But I won't meet Rawdon Crawley, that's flat.
I'll go over to Huddleston, that I will, and see his black greyhound, Mrs.Crawley; and I'll run Lancelot against him for fifty.

By Jove, I will; or against any dog in England.

But I won't meet that beast Rawdon Crawley." "Mr.Crawley, you are intoxicated, as usual," replied his wife.