He got over me, and I lent him nearly half of my savings, and he started back to England.

He took this flat at two hundred pounds a year the very week he got back, and he's lived, from what I can hear, like a lord ever since.
Will you believe this, sir! He sent back the money he borrowed from me a quid at a time, and wrote me to say he was saving it with great difficulty--out of his salary of three pounds a week.

When he'd paid back the lot, I never heard another line from him.

I was doing rotten myself, and he knew well enough that I should have been over first steamer if I'd known about his two hundred a year flat, and all the rest of it.

What do you think of my brother, sir, eh?
What do you think of him?
Treated me nicely, didn't he?
Nine pounds ten it was I lent him, and nine pounds ten was all I had back, and here he was living like a duke, and lying to me about his three pounds a week; and there was I hawkering groceries on a barrow, selling sham diamonds, any blooming thing to get a mouthful to eat.