“That’s more than I can tell you. Still, if you are hard-up, and want a little coin, you can have something to be going on with. The least we ought to do is to help each other in a case like this.”
“I don’t want any money at present. Haven’t I already told you that I had twenty quid when I left that cursed place? Well, it’s consoling to find that one has a friend, although it is an unknown one. But about this young fellow,” cried Peace, suddenly changing the subject. “You’ve been having a row with him, I suppose.”
The woman nodded.
“Is he a ruffian?”
“He’s destitute of feeling and of gratitude.”
“But Lorry, my girl, I hope he hasn’t been base enough or brute enough to raise his hand against you.”
“Oh, lor, no, it hasn’t come to that. Oh dear no. We had a little bit of a dispute, that’s all.”
“Ah, and he was insolent, and, ahem, abusive, I suppose?”
“No, not that.”
“What then?”