Ten years I was married to Moncaster, ain't seen him in twenty, he run away to Australia,...

Mrs. Moncaster:

[all delivered to Dr. Wilfred Glendon in one breathless rush as they climb the stairs]
Ten years I was married to Moncaster, ain't seen him in twenty, he run away to Australia, Oh! what a man he was, used to come home from his work all portered up, hit the baby with the plate, throw the gravy in the grate, spear the canary with a fork, and then with his heavy hobnail boots black and blue me from head to foot and all because I'd forgot to have cracklin' on the pork, here's your room sir