I'll send you your month's wages.

I can't give you a character--except for honesty.

I'll admit, you are too stupid to steal.

Clear out, and never let me see you again." She swept from the room, drove away to lunch at Mrs.Baker's.

She acted much as usual, seemed to be enjoying herself, for the luncheon was very good indeed, Mrs.Baker's chef being new from France and not yet grown careless, and the company was amusing.