“I am glad you do.”
“You’ve got a place as a girl’s nurse. That’s good.”
“You are very witty,” said Gilbert.
“How much wages do you get?” continued John.
“I think I had better not tell you, or you might get up a conspiracy to deprive me of my position.”
“What do you mean by that?” asked John, uncomfortably.
“You know well enough what I mean. You know that you got your present place by dishonorable means. But I don’t think you’ll keep it long.”
“You’d better take care what you say,” blustered John. “My cousin may have you arrested yet.”
“He is quite at liberty to do so,” answered Gilbert, unterrified. “I don’t think he will find it prudent though.”
“Why not?”