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Husband and Wife

           Oh,indeedIhopeyoumaybehappy,sir!’Andshesaiditwithsuchgreatcondescensionaswellaswithsuchgreatcompassionforhim,thatBounderby,farmoredisconcertedthanifshehadthrownherworkboxatthemirror,orswoonedonthehearthrug,corkedupthesmelling-saltstightinhispocket,andthought,‘Nowconfoundthiswoman,whocouldhaveevenguessedthatshewouldtakeitinthisway!’

           ‘Iwishwithallmyheart,sir,’saidMrs.Sparsit,inahighlysuperiormanner;somehowsheseemed,inamoment,tohaveestablishedarighttopityhimeverafterwards;‘thatyoumaybeinallrespectsveryhappy.’

           ‘Well,ma’am,’returnedBounderby,withsomeresentmentinhistone:whichwasclearlylowered,thoughinspiteofhimself,‘Iamobligedtoyou.IhopeIshallbe.’

           ‘Doyou,sir!’saidMrs.Sparsit,withgreataffability.‘Butnaturallyyoudo;ofcourseyoudo.’

           AveryawkwardpauseonMr.Bounderby’spart,succeeded.Mrs.Sparsitsedatelyresumedherworkandoccasionallygaveasmallcough,whichsoundedlikethecoughofconsciousstrengthandforbearance.

           ‘Well,ma’am,’resumedBounderby,‘underthesecircumstances,Iimagineitwouldnotbeagreeabletoacharacterlikeyourstoremainhere,thoughyouwouldbeverywelcomehere.’

           ‘Oh,dearno,sir,Icouldonnoaccountthinkofthat!’Mrs.Sparsitshookherhead,stillinherhighlysuperiormanner,andalittlechangedthesmallcoughcoughingnow,asifthespiritofprophecyrosewithinher,buthadbetterbecougheddown.

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