"Quite enough for you to get drunk on," retorted Kitty. "What do you want?"
"Money."
"You sha'n't get a penny."
"Yes I shall. You talk about me treating my wife badly; what about you--eh?"
Kitty clenched her hands.
"I did treat her badly," she said, with a cry. "God help me, I've repented it often enough since!"
"You were a nice girl till you met Vandeloup," said Villiers. "Ah, that confounded Frenchman, how he made me suffer!"
"Leave Vandeloup alone; he's dead, and it will do no good you reviling him now. At all events, he was a man, not a drunkard."
"She loves him still, blow me!" hiccupped Mr. Villiers rising--"loves him still."
"Here's a sovereign," said Kitty, thrusting some money into his hand. "Now, go away at once."