"And pray why not?"
"Isn't it pretty obvious? With five and eightpence halfpenny, and no prospect of more, how am I to pay you next week's rent?"
"I did think you'd have talked better sense than that."
"Angel!"
"If there's one thing I cannot stand it is to hear people talk right-down silly; I never could stand it, and I never shall. I wouldn't take this week's bill if it wasn't that we were so short; but if that there poor-rate isn't paid next week we shall have the brokers in, so paid it must be; them there poor-rates is demons; they'll turn me grey yet before I've done. But as for your next week's rent--we'll talk about that when it's due."
"Are you proposing that I should run up debts with you, which I may never be able to pay? Do you call that sense?"
"As it happens that's not what I'm proposing; though if I were as sure of most things as I am of that you'll pay me first chance you get, it might be better for me; but you can hardly say you've got no money when you've got plenty of things you can get money on."
"I don't understand."
"Look at your clothes--lovely some of them are; you can get money on them."
"Get money on my clothes? How?"