A little recrimination, thought I, there must be, to keep each in
countenance on their past folly.
Ah, Sir Charles!--You may rejoice that you are not married, said Sir
Harry.
Dear Sir Harry, said I, we must bear with ladies. They are meek good
creatures--They--
Meek! Sir Charles, repeated Sir Harry, with a half-angry smile, and
shrugging, as if his shoulder had been hurt with his wife's meekness--
say, meek!