“Why, I gave you four pounds the other day, besides six pounds for clothes; it can’t be gone.”
“Every penny.”
“Dear, dear! can’t you maintain yourself anyhow? Can’t you get any one to play at cards? Four pounds! Why, with your talent for whist, four pounds are a capital!”
“Whom can I play with! Whom can I herd with? Cracksmen and pickpockets. Fit me out; ask me to your own house; invite your own friends; make up a rubber, and you will then see what I can do with four pounds; and may go shares if you like, as we used to do.”
“Don’t talk so loud. Losely, you know very well that what you ask is impossible. I’ve turned over a new leaf.”
“But I’ve still got your handwriting on the old leaf.”
“What’s the good of these stupid threats? If you really wanted to do me a mischief, where could you go to, and who’d believe you?”
“I fancy your wife would. I’ll try. Hillo—”
“Stop—stop—stop. No row here, sir. No scandal. Hold your tongue, or I’ll send for the police.”
“Do! Nothing I should like better. I’m tired out. I want to tell my own story at the Old Bailey, and have my revenge upon you, upon Darrell, upon all. Send for the police.”