"Ask 'im, not me.

As a matter o' fact, he spent the night at my place and went off this morning." "An' wot about the five pounds ?" inquired Mr.Wilks, spitefully.

"You ain't earned it." "I know I ain't," said Mr.Smith, mournfully.

"That's wot's worrying me.
It's like a gnawing pain in my side.

D'you think it's conscience biting of me?
I never felt it before.