Mrs. Snitchey cut this reference somewhat short by hitching her husband to a distance, and asking him to 1ook at that man. To do her the favour to 1ook at him!
'At which man, my dear?' said Mr. Snitchey.
'Your chosen companion; I'M no companion to you, Mr. Snitchey.'
'Yes, yes, you are, my dear,' he interposed.