"Now, look here, Mrs Baggett."
"Yes, sir."
"Send him your wages."
"And have to go in rags myself,—in your service."
"You won't go in rags. Don't be a fool."
"I am a fool, Mr Whittlestaff; you can't tell me that too often."
"You won't go in rags. You ought to know us well enough—"
"Who is us, Mr Whittlestaff? They ain't no us;—just yet."
"Well;—me."
"Yes, I know you, Mr Whittlestaff."