"What served me right?--locking me up, or letting me go?"
"Anything would serve you right, you brute!"
"Brute, am I? All right, my lady! if that's the way you're going to talk to me I'll soon let the police know whereabouts you are, and then they'll serve you right. A good taste of prison would do you good, you dirty thief!"
"Don't shout like that!"
"Then don't you call me names. I'm not a thief whatever else I am."
"I'm not so sure of that. What are you doing here?"
"What do you mean, what am I doing here?"
"I thought you'd gone back to London long ago."
"Then you're wrong, because I haven't; and what's more, I'm not likely to go. I've been having a real bad time, that's what I've been having."
"Haven't those rich friends of yours sent that remittance you were always gassing about?"