"I say, what'll Mrs. O. do, when O. goes out with the regiment?" Crawley said coming into the room, performing a duet on his head with two huge hair-brushes, and looking out from under his hair with admiration on his pretty little wife.
"I suppose she'll cry her eyes out," Becky answered. "She has been whimpering half a dozen times, at the very notion of it, already to me."
"YOU don't care, I suppose?" Rawdon said, half angry at his wife's want of feeling.

"I say, what'll Mrs. O. do, when George goes out with the regiment?" Crawley said, performing a duet on his head with two huge hair-brushes, and looking with admiration on his pretty little wife.
"I suppose she'll cry her eyes out," Becky answered. "She has been whimpering already at the very notion."
"YOU don't care, I suppose?" Rawdon said, half angry at his wife's lack of feeling.
