'I know nothing against him.' 'Of course, we'd rather 'ave the 'ouse to ourselves if we could afford it, but work is so scarce lately.

I've been figuring out exactly what my money has averaged for the last twelve months and how much a week do you think it comes to ?' 'God only knows,' said Owen.

'How much ?' 'About eighteen bob.' 'So you see we had to do something,' continued Easton; 'and I reckon we're lucky to get a respectable sort of chap like Slyme, religious and teetotal and all that, you know.

Don't you think so ?' 'Yes, I suppose you are,' said Owen, who, although he intensely disliked Slyme, knew nothing definite against him.
They worked in silence for some time, and then Owen said: 'At the present time there are thousands of people so badly off that, compared with them, WE are RICH.

Their sufferings are so great that compared with them, we may be said to be living in luxury.