Yet it's hardly likely that the Vicar would let his money go to a man who couldn't be seen for fear of a rope." "You're a raven, old woman," he said.

"What am I to do ?" "Give up play, to begin with." "Well ?" "Start some business with what's left." "Ha, ha! Well, I'll think of it.

You must want some money, old girl! Here's a fipunnote." "I don't want money, my boy; I'm all right," she said.
"Oh, nonsense; take it." "I won't," she answered.

"Give me a kiss, George." He kissed her forehead, and bent down his head reflecting.

When he looked up she was gone.
He ran out of the booth and looked right and left, but saw her nowhere.
Then he went sulkily back to his wife.