The Husband

Of course I love you, and the children too Be sensible, my dear, it is for you I work so hard to make my business pay. There, now, run home, enjoy your holiday.

THE WIFE (turning)

He does not mean to wound me, I know his heart is kind. Alas! that man can love us And be so blind, so blind. A little time for pleasure, A little time for play; A word to prove the life of love And frighten Care away! Tho' poor my lot in some small cot That were a holiday.

THE HUSBAND (musing)

She has not meant to wound me, nor to vex-- Zounds! but 'tis difficult to please the sex. I've housed and gowned her like a very queen Yet there she goes, with discontented mien. I gave her diamonds only yesterday: Some women are like that, do what you may.