—Oh, oh, oh! no bad word, my girl. Bad words are no use. I am going away to pay the bill.
—A fig for you and your money.
—What! a fig for me and my money! In the first place you should never despise money, my girl; we can do nothing without money in this world. And then you are wrong to despise me, who only wish you well, my dear; yes, yes, wish you well.
—I tell you to leave me alone.
—Look now, don't be naughty, for I am going to settle the matter.
—I don't want you. Don't touch me….
—And how are you going to get yourself out of this scrape, if you will not let me get you out. You rebuff me again, though I only want to make you happy.
—I tell you not to come near me.
—Come, be pacified, you little angry cat; only a kiss and that shall be all.
He wanted to take hold of her waist, but she pushed him back. But he had gone too far to believe that he ought to beat a retreat, and he retained to the charge with renewed vigour. In the struggle she seized him by the neck, his waistcoat came undone, and a little square bit of painted canvas, of a dubious colour, remained in her hand. She threw it back in his face in disgust.