‘It’s very hard,’ said my mother, ‘that in my own house — ’

‘My own house?’ repeated Mr. Murdstone. ‘Clara!’

‘OUR own house, I mean,’ faltered my mother, evidently frightened — ‘I hope you must know what I mean, Edward — it’s very hard that in YOUR own house I may not have a word to say about domestic matters.

I am sure I managed very well before we were married. There’s evidence,’ said my mother, sobbing; ‘ask Peggotty if I didn’t do very well when I wasn’t interfered with!’

‘Edward,’ said Miss Murdstone, ‘let there be an end of this. I go tomorrow.’