"But what—"
"And last night I slept at Baker's Farm, and spent a very pleasant evening with Mrs. Pearce."
"But why—"
"She's an instructive woman. Her weakest point, I should say, is her junkets."
"I wonder why you bother to talk like this—to be sarcastic."
"About the junkets? Didn't you think they were bad?"
"Do you suppose it's worth while to—to kick somebody who's down? And so low down? So completely got to the bottom?"
"Kick? On my soul I assure you that the very last thing I want to do is to kick you."
"Then why do you do it?"
"I don't do it. Do you know what I've come for?"