People envy me because I've got on, but they little know wot a millstone I've got round my neck." He lifted his head, and look steadily at Ada snoring in a drunken sleep on the couch.

And to Clara's surprise, his face suddenly changed; tears stood in his eyes.
"Poor devil! I don't know that she's to blame altogether.

It's in her blood.

Her father went the same way.

My money's done 'er no good.
She'd 'ave been better off in Cardigan Street on two pounds a week." Clara was surprised at the pity in his voice.