'Have you the face to utter the word to me ?' 'The face, too!' replied Mrs Lammle, staring at him with cold scorn.
'Pray, how dare you, sir, utter the word to me ?' 'I never did.' As this happens to be true, Mrs Lammle is thrown on the feminine resource of saying, 'I don't care what you uttered or did not utter.' After a little more walking and a little more silence, Mr Lammle breaks the latter.
'You shall proceed in your own way.

You claim a right to ask me do I mean to tell you.

Do I mean to tell you what ?' 'That you are a man of property ?' 'No.' 'Then you married me on false pretences ?' 'So be it.

Next comes what you mean to say.

Do you mean to say you are a woman of property ?' 'No.' 'Then you married me on false pretences.' 'If you were so dull a fortune-hunter that you deceived yourself, or if you were so greedy and grasping that you were over-willing to be deceived by appearances, is it my fault, you adventurer ?' the lady demands, with great asperity.
'I asked Veneering, and he told me you were rich.' 'Veneering!' with great contempt.' And what does Veneering know about me!' 'Was he not your trustee ?' 'No.