She can't hear it; and she's miserable and unfortunate, and deserves to be laughed at.

Go on joking, Ann.

You're the wit of the family, and the others like to hear it." "I must tell you again we're not in a barrack, William," Miss Ann remarked.
"In a barrack, by Jove--I wish anybody in a barrack would say what you do," cried out this uproused British lion.

"I should like to hear a man breathe a word against her, by Jupiter.

But men don't talk in this way, Ann: it's only women, who get together and hiss, and shriek, and cackle.