Then, there's the other wimmen, 'ow do they treat a pore stoker with a few shillin's in 'is trouseys?
A good drunk is wot 'e's got in 'is pockits, a good long drunk, an' the wimmen skin 'im out of his money so quick 'e ain't 'ad 'ardly a glass.

I know.

I've 'ad my fling, an' I know wot's wot.

An' I tell you, where's wimmen is trouble--screechin' an' carryin' on, fightin', cuttin', bobbies, magistrates, an' a month's 'ard labour back of it all, an' no pay-day when you come out." "But a wife and children," I insisted.

"A home of your own, and all that.