"I don't want you to stand there," he said.
"That's all very well, George. I know you don't want me to stand here. I know you don't want to see me ever again."
"Never."
"I know it. Of course I know it. But what am I to do? Where am I to go for money? Even you would not wish that I should starve?"
"That's true, too. I certainly would not wish it. I should be delighted to hear that you had plenty to eat and plenty to drink, and plenty of clothes to wear. I believe that's what you care for the most, after all."
"It was only for your sake,—because you liked it."
"Well;—I did like it; but that has come to an end, as have all my other likings. You know very well that I can do nothing more for you. What good do you do yourself by coming here to annoy me? Have I not told you over and over again that you were never to look for me here? Is it likely that I should give you money now, simply because you have disobeyed me!"
"Where else was I to find you?"
"Why should you have found me at all? I don't want you to find me. I shall give you nothing;—not a penny. You know very well that we've had all that out before. When I put you into business I told you that we were to see no more of each other."
"Business!" she said. "I never could make enough out of the shop to feed a bird."