Trotter. Then he's a damned thief!
[He sits on the bench with the manner that he has settled the subject.
Warden. So he is, and he's ruined.
Trotter. Well, prison is the place for him.
Warden. We won't argue that, but how about his family—they get punished for what he has done; they must share his disgrace.
Trotter. Oh, well, my wife is out of all that now—she's Mrs. Trotter.
Warden. Yes, but her own daughter suffers.
Trotter. [On the defensive.] She isn't very chummy with her classy eldest daughter.
Warden. Never mind that; you know without my telling you that Mrs. Sterling is a fine woman.
Trotter. She's always snubbed me right and left, but, by George, I must own she is a fine woman.