No More Learning

A man has a right to live his life as happily as he can. You
aren't married.

Capt. M. No--praise be to Providence and the one or two women who have
had the good sense to jawab me.

Capt. G. Then you don't know what it is to go into your own room and see
your wife's head on the pillow, and when everything else is safe and the
house shut up for the night, to wonder whether the roof-beams won't give
and kill her.

Capt. M. (Aside. ) Revelations first and second! (Aloud. ) So-o! I knew
a man who got squiffy at our Mess once and confided to me that he never
helped his wife on to her horse without praying that she'd break her
neck before she came back.
All husbands aren't alike, you see.

Capt. G. What on earth has that to do with my case? The man must ha'
been mad, or his wife as bad as they make 'em.

Capt. M. (Aside. ) 'No fault of yours if either weren't all you say.
You've forgotten the time when you were insane about the Herriott woman.
You always were a good hand at forgetting. (Aloud. ) Not more mad than
men who go to the other extreme. Be reasonable, Gaddy. Your roof-beams
are sound enough.

Capt.