"Mother," said her son Charles, "I must protest against the
unjustifiable violence of temper with which you treat my father. You
know he was only jesting in what he said to you this moment."
"Let him carry his jests else were, Mr. Charles," she replied, "he
shan't indulge in them at my expense; nor will I have you abet him in
them as you always do--yes, sir, and laugh at them in my face. All this,
however, is very natural; as the old cock crows the young one learns.
As for Maria, if she makes as dutiful a wife as she does a daughter, her
husband may thank God for getting his full share of evil in this life."
"I protest to heaven, Harry," said Charles, addressing his brother, "if
ever there was a meek, sweet-tempered girl living, Maria is. You do not
yet know her, but you will, of course, have an opportunity of judging
for yourself."
"You perceive, Harry," said his mother, addressing him in turn, "you
perceive how they are banded against me; in fact, they are joined with
their father in a conspiracy to destroy my peace and happiness. This is
the feeling that prevails against me in the house at large, for which I
may thank my husband and children--I don't include you, Harry.
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