"Go on to something else, please. You all came for what you could get; now, what do you want?"
"I'll sit down." He took the most comfortable chair in the room, and stretched out his legs. "This is the lap of luxury. Alice, you're a happy woman."
"Oh! Go on."
"The world has been against me, Alice, from the beginning. Look at these boots. Ask yourself whether the world has not been against me. Don't believe what they say. Scandalous, impudent liars, all of them, especially Charles. No fault of mine. No, Alice. It's the world."
"What do you want, again?"
"I want an advance."
"Then do what my husband told you—write to him. What has become of the money he gave you? Is that spent already?"
"Don't call it spent, Alice. Debts paid, common necessaries bought."
"Debts! Who would trust you? Necessaries! Why, you are shabbier than ever."
"Well, I can prove to you, Alice, that the money was well laid out."