"That husband of yours, Cat," said he, "meditates some treason; ay, and fancies we are about such.

He listens nightly at your door and at mine: he is going to leave you, be sure on't; and if he leaves you, he leaves you to starve." "I can be rich elsewhere," said Mrs.Cat.
"What, with Max ?" "Ay, with Max: and why not ?" said Mrs.Hayes.
"Why not, fool! Do you recollect Birmingham?
Do you think that Galgenstein, who is so tender now because he HASN'T won you, will be faithful because he HAS?
Psha, woman, men are not made so! Don't go to him until you are sure: if you were a widow now, he would marry you; but never leave yourself at his mercy: if you were to leave your husband to go to him, he would desert you in a fortnight!" She might have been a Countess! she knew she might, but for this cursed barrier between her and her fortune.

Wood knew what she was thinking of, and smiled grimly.
"Besides," he continued, "remember Tom.

As sure as you leave Hayes without some security from Max, the boy's ruined: he who might be a lord, if his mother had but--Psha! never mind: that boy will go on the road, as sure as my name's Wood.

He's a Turpin cock in his eye, my dear,--a regular Tyburn look.