Mr. Snagsby, with his cough of meekness, rejoins, "Wouldn't you really, my dear?" and meditates. Then coughs his cough of trouble and says, "This is a dreadful mystery, my love!" still fearfully disconcerted by Mrs. Snagsby's eye.

Mr. Snagsby, with a meek cough, rejoins, "Really, my dear? This is a dreadful mystery, my love!" still fearfully disconcerted by Mrs. Snagsby's eye.
