"I don' lika dees Meesta Wesley Dyker."
"That's no reason why you should double-cross me."
"'E's too mucha de fina gentleman."
"I don't care what he is; you ought to know what I am. Do you want to tear up your own meal-ticket and throw down your easy money?"
"Easy mon'? You maka de joke!"
The woman's voice noticeably changed.
"Do you mean you want some more coin?" she asked.
The Italian did not answer.
"Because I won't give it to you," Rose continued, anger darting into her still cautiously lowered voice. "I know what you're doing with it. I know you had a girl from a department store out at shows twice last week, an' the second time she had a new dress on."
Somewhere in the front of the house a door closed heavily.