"That's where you are sensible."
"Gertrude can go her way and I'll go mine."
"Well, you'll have the softest snap of it," laughed Pepper. "She'll get nothing but hard knocks."
"That's her own fault."
"She don't make more than half a living, teaching the piano."
"Oh, if she gets too hard up, I'll send her some money," responded Bulson, trying to affect a careless manner.
"By your talk you must be pretty well fixed."
"I struck a little money yesterday, Pepper—that's why I sent to you. I want to go away to-morrow, and I wanted to clear up that—er—that little affair of the past before I left."
"What do you want?"