you; and that's how it has come out. What do you say?
"Badgerly was right. I did tell you?
"I know I did: but when dear Mrs. Badgerly mentioned the matter to me and a few friends, as we were all laughing at tea together, quite in a confidential way—when she just spoke of her husband's whiskers, and how long he was over 'em every morning—of course, poor soul! she never thought it was to be talked of in the world again. Eh?
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"Then I had no right to tell you of it?
"And that's the way I'm thanked for my confidence. Because I don't keep a secret from you, but show you, I may say, my naked soul, Caudle, that's how I'm rewarded. Poor Mrs. Badgerly—for all her hard words—after she went away, I'm sure my heart quite bled for her. What do you say, Mr. Caudle?
"Serves her right—she should hold her tongue?
"Yes; that's like your tyranny—you'd never let a poor woman speak. Eh—what, what, Mr. Caudle?
"That's a very fine speech, I dare say; and wives are very much obliged to you, only there's not a bit of truth
