No, no.

Young Smith, instead of his dinner and his wine, ought to be, where ?--at the festive tea-table, to be sure, by the side of Miss Higgs, sipping the bohea, or tasting the harmless muffin; while old Mrs.Higgs looks on, pleased at their innocent dalliance, and my friend Miss Wirt, the governess, is performing Thalberg's last sonata in treble X., totally unheeded, at the piano.
Where should the middle-aged Jones be?
At his time of life, he ought to be the father of a family.

At such an hour--say, at nine o'clock at night--the nursery-bell should have just rung the children to bed.

He and Mrs.J.ought to be, by rights, seated on each side of the fire by the dining-room table, a bottle of port-wine between them, not so full as it was an hour since.

Mrs.J.has had two glasses; Mrs.Grumble (Jones's mother-in-law) has had three; Jones himself has finished the rest, and dozes comfortably until bed-time.
And Brown, that old newspaper-devouring miscreant, what right has HE at a club at a decent hour of night?
He ought to be playing his rubber with Miss MacWhirter, his wife, and the family apothecary.