"Oh, tell me what you think, as a man."
"Well, let's pretend I'm Polly."
I laughed.
"Being Polly, and from my Polly point of view, frankly, I'm pleased. Here are hundreds of new customers, with Madame Scotson's money to spend at Spite House."
"My men will sign an agreement. The man who visits Spite House forfeits a bonus for good service, loses all outstanding pay, and leaves my camp that day."
"Is that so? Of course the coaches change horses at Spite House."
"When I've bought out the stage company, they'll change horses at the New Hundred."
"And only stop at Spite House for the mails?"
"I shall appeal to the postmaster-general."
"On the ground that you're running a rival house? Captain Taylor, you say, did that."