Now I'm going to make you ashamed of yourself." Hilliard fixed the speaker with his scornful eyes; the last words had moved him to curiosity.
"I can excuse a good deal in a man with an empty pocket," pursued the other.

"I've been there myself; I know how it makes you feel--how much do you earn, by the bye ?" "Mind you own business." "All right.

I suppose it's about two pounds a week.

Would you like to know what _my_ in come is?
Well, something like two pounds an hour, reckoning eight hours as the working day.

There's a difference, isn't there?
It comes of minding my business, you see.