"Ain't 'ee got a sweetheart, then?"
"Not one."
"Is there no one that you do like?"
"Yes," he said, "but she's thrown me overboard."
"Gived 'ee the sack, you do main?"
"Exactly."
"Why then, zur, maakin' so bould?"
He was in a reckless mood, and in a way he could not understand, the buxom, kind-hearted woman led him to speak.
"Because I'm a bad 'un."
"Nonsense."