"It wouldn't be fair to her. She'd never have a chance."
"Rubbish! She'd have more chance in a cosy little house of your own than stuck in this rat's hole. You'd have a slap-up time, Flo. A nice little Ralli cart, if you're fond of horses, and—oh, come along, come now. I want you."
"No; I've fixed myself up. I was done with life when I married Charlie, and I'm fixed up."
"You're in a cage here," he argued.
"Yes; but I've got my nest in it," she said.
"Then it's good-bye?"
"Good-bye."
"I'm damned if I can understand why you won't come. I'd be jolly good to you."
"Good-bye."
"You're a cold woman, aren't you?"