I'll not believe it; show me the will.

Matilda! Matilda!" shouted he, screaming hoarsely, and flinging open the door by which she had gone out.
"Keep your temper, my boy.

You ARE vexed, and I feel for you: but don't use such bad language: it is quite needless, believe me." "Matilda!" shouted out Deuceace again; and the poor crooked thing came trembling in, followed by Miss Kicksey.
"Is this true, woman ?" says he, clutching hold of her hand.
"What, dear Algernon ?" says she.
"What ?" screams out Deuceace,--"what?
Why that you are a beggar, for marrying without your mother's consent--that you basely lied to me, in order to bring about this match--that you are a swindler, in conspiracy with that old fiend yonder and the she-devil his wife ?" "It is true," sobbed the poor woman, "that I have nothing; but--" "Nothing but what?
Why don't you speak, you drivelling fool ?" "I have nothing!--but you, dearest, have two thousand a year.

Is that not enough for us?
You love me for myself, don't you, Algernon?
You have told me so a thousand times--say so again, dear husband; and do not, do not be so unkind." And here she sank on her knees, and clung to him, and tried to catch his hand, and kiss it.
"How much did you say ?" says my lord.
"Two thousand a year, sir; he has told us so a thousand times." "TWO THOUSAND! Two thou--ho, ho, ho!--haw! haw! haw!" roars my lord.
"That is, I vow, the best thing I ever heard in my life.

My dear creature, he has not a shilling--not a single maravedi, by all the gods and goddesses." And this exlnt noblemin began laffin louder than ever: a very kind and feeling genlmn he was, as all must confess.
There was a paws: and Mrs.Deuceace didn begin cussing and swearing at her husband as he had done at her: she only said, "O Algernon! is this true ?" and got up, and went to a chair and wep in quiet.
My lord opened the great box.