English: MRS. CAUDLE Mr. Caudle has ventured a remonstrance on his daysdinner: cold mutton, and no pudding.—Mrs.Caudle defends the cold shoulder. Umph ! I m sure ! Well! I wonder what it willbe next ? There s nothing proper, now—nothing atall. Better get somebody else to keep the house, Ithink. I cant do it now, it seems; I m only in theway here : I d better take the children, and go. What am I grumbling about now ? Its all verywell for you to ask that! I m sure I d better be outof the world than—there now, Mr. Caudle ; there yougo again! I shall speak, sir. It isnt often I open my mouth, Heaven knows! But you like to hearnobody talk but yourself You ought to have marrieda negro slave, and not any respectable woman. You re to go about the house looking like thunderall the day, and I m not to say a word. Where doyou think puddings to come from every day ? You show a nice example to your children, you do; com-plaining, and turning your nose up at a sweet pieceof cold mutton,

Subjects: Women in literature

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