The things we do!

I sent for you to give it you. When I wrote to you to
bring me the money I wanted it was but a pretext; Barkins might have
fetched it from the City in the morning. I want you to send Clara and the
children to Newcome. They ought to go, sir. That is why I sent for you;
to tell you that. Have you been quarrelling as much as usual?"
"Pretty much as usual," says Barnes, drumming on his hat.
"Don't beat that devil's tattoo; you agacez my poor old nerves. When
Clara was given to you she was as well broke a girl as any in London."
Sir Barnes responded by a groan.
"She was as gentle and amenable to reason, as good-natured a girl as
could be; a little vacant and silly, but you men like dolls for your
wives; and now in three years you have utterly spoiled her. She is
restive, she is artful, she flies into rages, she fights you and beats
you. He! he! and that comes of your beating her!"
"I didn't come to hear this, ma'am," says Barnes, livid with rage
"You struck her, you know you did, Sir Barnes Newcome.


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