“Because, as your sister, I think I have a right to know whence it comes.”
“And, as your brother, seeing how we live here, in everybody’s debt, I don’t think you need be so jolly particular.”
“However poor we are, Hendon, we need not lose our self-respect.”
“Self-respect! How is a man to have self-respect, without a penny in his pocket?”
“You just showed me pounds.”
“Yes, now.”
“How did you come by it, Hendon?”
“Don’t ask,” he cried impatiently. “Take it, and pay that poor girl some wages on account, and give young Bob a tightener. Don’t be so squeamish, Rich.”
“I will not take the money. You deceived me once before.”
“Well, if I’d told you I won it at pool you wouldn’t have taken it.”