Iassure you we dont employ any women
here.
Why shouldnt I try their game instead of
slavinghere for pence and hapence? And you think I will allow myself to be beaten by
an oldwasherwoman? It is a fine summer afternoon; and the general effect is that of
abank holiday paradise.
We dont mind what Mrs Fitzfassenden does. You can
borrow money from your chauffeur.
And there are some gooddoctors, like
you.
You sweat yourself; you sweat yourwife; you sweat
those women in there; you live on sweat.
If I had I should have anoperation a week until
there was nothing left of me or of my bankbalance. I want to hear no more of Mr
Blenderbland and hisridiculous injuries. Well, why did you not walk downstairs
properly?
I pay theright wages, same as everybody
pays.
An elderly man, anxious, poor,and ratlike, sits at
a table with his wife.
I want to hear no more of Mr Blenderbland and
hisridiculous injuries.
And that is all, madam, unless some fresh
visitorsarrive.
Mrs Fitzfassenden: he can donothing against
you.
Yes, of course: always old Tim Goodenough. But that
was dreadful, to root them up like that.
A goodworker can make from twelve to fifteen
shillings a week at it, weekin and week out.
People will not sell their boats like that.