Mr.Hayes swore that his wife should not go abroad to tea-gardens in search of vile Popish noblemen; to which Mrs.Hayes replied, that Mr.Hayes was a pitiful, lying, sneaking cur, and that she would go where she pleased.

Mr.Hayes rejoined that if she said much more he would take a stick to her.

Mr.Wood whispered, "And serve her right." Mrs.Hayes thereupon swore she had stood his cowardly blows once or twice before, but that if ever he did so again, as sure as she was born, she would stab him.

Mr.Wood said, "Curse me, but I like her spirit." Mr.Hayes took another line of argument, and said, "The neighbours would talk, madam." "Ay, that they will, no doubt," said Mr.Wood.
"Then let them," said Catherine.

"What do we care about the neighbours?
Didn't the neighbours talk when you sent Widow Wilkins to gaol?
Didn't the neighbours talk when you levied on poor old Thomson?
You didn't mind THEN, Mr.Hayes." "Business, ma'am, is business; and if I did distrain on Thomson, and lock up Wilkins, I think you knew about it as much as I." "I'faith, I believe you're a pair," said Mr.Wood.
"Pray, sir, keep your tongue to yourself.