My husband is uncouth. He is wonderful in many ways, hard working, kind, considerate, generous but totally uncouth.
“Why do you persist in leaving your chair out when you leave the table?”
“Yes, you do.”
“I don’t, but you often do.”
“Well, you, as a gentleman , should move my chair for me.”
“What you do think this is, Pride and bloody Prejudice?”
(Come to think of it, Darcy would be a good name for a dog.)