In this I think he is correct .-- G.v.d.M.
"What do you want ?" asked my friend, getting out of bed as if scared, and beginning to put on her clothes, I hustled out and began dressing--a very short job with me.

In the meantime the woman at the door grew louder and more commanding in her demand, so much so, that before she was fully dressed, my strange friend opened the door, and there stood a great fleshy woman, wearing a lot of jewelry; red-faced, and very angry.
I can't remember much that was said; but I remember that the fat woman kept saying, "What do you mean?
What do you mean?
I want you to understand that my guests have their rights.

One man's money is as good as another's," and the like.

"Whose brat is this ?" she finally asked, pointing at me.
"He's driving for a man with money," said my friend sarcastically.
"Who you driving for, Johnny ?" she asked; and I told her.
"Captain Sproule is down-stairs," said she.

"He's looking for you.