“So you left it and came to town?”
“I went home again.”
“To your husband?”
“No, he was gone.”
“Gone?”
“He had taken umbrage, as they call it—he was always one to mind a little thing—and off’d with it to Jericho, leaving me nothing but his curse—not so much as a sixpence beside.”
“And so you followed him—to Jericho?”
“Not I. I followed my own inclinations, and they brought me here.”
“Well, inclinations spend more than they hoard, as a rule. Haven’t you found it so?”
“Sure, I’ve no need to hoard, when kind gentlemen pay my bills for me.”