“Yes, I’ll give you all the pity you want, but when it comes to money it’s a different matter. Here you are, a man of twenty six, ten years older than me, and yet you expect me to help support you.”
“You didn’t use to talk to me like that.”
“Well, I do now. You didn’t use to try to get money out of me.”
“Look here, Jasper! I am poor, but I don’t want you to talk to me as you are doing.”
“Indeed!” sneered Jasper.
“And I won’t have it,” said Carton firmly. “Listen to me, and I will propose a plan that will help us both.”
“What is it?”
“You can easily secrete articles, if you are cautious, without attracting notice, and I will dispose of them and share the money with you.”
Jasper shook his head.
“I wouldn’t dare to do it,” he said. “Somebody might spy on me.”