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Are Not Authors Generally Freemasons ?
"And I suppose they call you Brother Caudle ? A pretty brother , indeed ! Going and dressing yourself up in an apron like a turnpike man—for that ' s what you look like . And I should like to know what the apron ' s for ? There must be something in it not very respectable , I ' m sure . Well , I only wish I was Queen for a day or two . I 'd put an end to Free-masonry , and all such trumpery , I know . " NowcomeCaudle ; don ' t let ' s quarrel . Eh ! You ' re not in pain
, , , dear ? What ' s it all about ? What are you lying laughing there at ? But I 'm a fool to trouble my head about you . " And you ' re not going to let me know the secret , eh ? You mean to say , —you ' re not ? Now , Caudle , you know it ' s a hard matter to put me in a passion—not that I care about the secret itself : no , I wouldn ' t give a button to know it , for it ' s all nonsense I ' m sure . It isn ' t the secret I care about : it ' s the slight , Mr . Caudle ; it ' s the studied insult
that a man pays to his wife , when he thinks of going through the world keeping something to himself which he won ' t let her know . Man and wife one , indeed ! I should like to know how that can be when a man ' s a Mason—when he keeps a secret that sets him and his wife apart ? Ha , you men make the laws , and so you take good care to have all the best of ' em to yourselves : otherwise a woman ought to be allowed a divorce when a man becomes a Mason . When he ' s got a sort of
corner-cupboard in his heart- —a secret place in his mind—that his poor wife isn ' t allowed to rummage ! " Caudle , you shan ' t close your eyes for a week—no , you shan ' tunless you tell me some of it . Come , there ' s a good creature ; there ' s
a love . I m sure , Caudle , I wouldn t refuse you anything—and you know it , or ought to know it by this ' time . I only wish I had a secret ! To whom should I think of confiding it , but to my dear husband ? I should be miserable to keep it to myself , and you know it . Now , Caudle ? " Was there ever such a man ! A man , indeed ! A brute !—yes , Mr . Caudle , an unfeeling , brutal creature , when you might oblige me , and won ' t . I ' m sure I don ' t object to being a Mason not at all
you your ; , Caudle ; I dare say it ' s a very good thing ; I dare say it is—it's only your making a secret of it that vexes me . But you ' 11 tell me—you 'II tell your own Margaret ? You won ' t ! You ' re a wretch , Mr . Caudle . " But I know why : oh , yes , I can tell . The fact is , you ' re ashamed to let me know what a fool they ' ve been making of you . That ' s it . You , at your time of life—the father of a family . I should be ashamed of myselfCaudle .
, " And I suppose you ' 11 be going to what you call your lodge every night , now ? Lodge , indeed ! Pretty place it must be , where they don ' t admit women . Nice goings on , I dare say . Then you call one another brethren . Brethren ! I ' m sure you'd relations enough , you did ' nt want any more . " But I know what all this masonry ' s about . It ' s only au excuse to get away from your wives and families , that you may feast and drink
together , that ' s all . That ' s the secret . And to abuse women , — as if they were inferior animals , and not to be trusted . That ' s the secret ; and nothing else . " Now , Caudle , don ' t let us quarrel . Yes , 1 know you ' re in pain . Still Caudle , my love ; Caudle ! Dearest , I say ! Caudle !" " I recollect nothing more , " says Caudle , " for I had eaten a hearty - supper , and somehow became oblivious . "
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Are Not Authors Generally Freemasons ?
"And I suppose they call you Brother Caudle ? A pretty brother , indeed ! Going and dressing yourself up in an apron like a turnpike man—for that ' s what you look like . And I should like to know what the apron ' s for ? There must be something in it not very respectable , I ' m sure . Well , I only wish I was Queen for a day or two . I 'd put an end to Free-masonry , and all such trumpery , I know . " NowcomeCaudle ; don ' t let ' s quarrel . Eh ! You ' re not in pain
, , , dear ? What ' s it all about ? What are you lying laughing there at ? But I 'm a fool to trouble my head about you . " And you ' re not going to let me know the secret , eh ? You mean to say , —you ' re not ? Now , Caudle , you know it ' s a hard matter to put me in a passion—not that I care about the secret itself : no , I wouldn ' t give a button to know it , for it ' s all nonsense I ' m sure . It isn ' t the secret I care about : it ' s the slight , Mr . Caudle ; it ' s the studied insult
that a man pays to his wife , when he thinks of going through the world keeping something to himself which he won ' t let her know . Man and wife one , indeed ! I should like to know how that can be when a man ' s a Mason—when he keeps a secret that sets him and his wife apart ? Ha , you men make the laws , and so you take good care to have all the best of ' em to yourselves : otherwise a woman ought to be allowed a divorce when a man becomes a Mason . When he ' s got a sort of
corner-cupboard in his heart- —a secret place in his mind—that his poor wife isn ' t allowed to rummage ! " Caudle , you shan ' t close your eyes for a week—no , you shan ' tunless you tell me some of it . Come , there ' s a good creature ; there ' s
a love . I m sure , Caudle , I wouldn t refuse you anything—and you know it , or ought to know it by this ' time . I only wish I had a secret ! To whom should I think of confiding it , but to my dear husband ? I should be miserable to keep it to myself , and you know it . Now , Caudle ? " Was there ever such a man ! A man , indeed ! A brute !—yes , Mr . Caudle , an unfeeling , brutal creature , when you might oblige me , and won ' t . I ' m sure I don ' t object to being a Mason not at all
you your ; , Caudle ; I dare say it ' s a very good thing ; I dare say it is—it's only your making a secret of it that vexes me . But you ' 11 tell me—you 'II tell your own Margaret ? You won ' t ! You ' re a wretch , Mr . Caudle . " But I know why : oh , yes , I can tell . The fact is , you ' re ashamed to let me know what a fool they ' ve been making of you . That ' s it . You , at your time of life—the father of a family . I should be ashamed of myselfCaudle .
, " And I suppose you ' 11 be going to what you call your lodge every night , now ? Lodge , indeed ! Pretty place it must be , where they don ' t admit women . Nice goings on , I dare say . Then you call one another brethren . Brethren ! I ' m sure you'd relations enough , you did ' nt want any more . " But I know what all this masonry ' s about . It ' s only au excuse to get away from your wives and families , that you may feast and drink
together , that ' s all . That ' s the secret . And to abuse women , — as if they were inferior animals , and not to be trusted . That ' s the secret ; and nothing else . " Now , Caudle , don ' t let us quarrel . Yes , 1 know you ' re in pain . Still Caudle , my love ; Caudle ! Dearest , I say ! Caudle !" " I recollect nothing more , " says Caudle , " for I had eaten a hearty - supper , and somehow became oblivious . "