You objected to my going to Middlemoor this morning.
MRS. CHARVILLE.
No, I did not.
CHARVILLE.
Nay, but you did. I read it in your eyes, gentle Harry. But now I set that journey aside: I will not leave thee a week; not half a week; no, not a day.
MRS. CHARVILLE.
O what a tide of goodness flows upon me now! I shall be drowned therewith.—Not a day! Do you think I wish to have you always by my side? No, my dear Charles: go from home when you please; and when you return you will bring your sister and me all the news, and let us know how the world is moving. All the married folks, I know, are sometimes separated.
CHARVILLE.
And are they as happy as you would wish to be?
MRS. CHARVILLE.
They are happy enough, I suppose.
CHARVILLE.
I suppose; suppose. The cold, formal, miserable word! I hate the very sound of it.—I may go from home, then, as often as I please. My
