Ruth. (falling back horrified). Wot’s it for?
Fitz. Nothing. You ain’t wanted, but your address is.
Ruth. I’m living at Barker’s in the village.
Fitz. Present occupation?
Ruth. Needlewoman.
Fitz. Late occupation?
Ruth. Tramp. There’s nothin’ agin me?
Fitz. Nothing against you, every thing for you; even this half-crown.
Ruth. I don’t like p’leece money. I never took none yet, I ain’t a goin’ to begin now. I wish yer good day. I don’t like p’leece money.[Exit.