Got any dinner, Gertie?
I can't pay for it ...

oh, yes, I can; here's half a day." (He chucked ninepence upon the table; the sixpence rolled off again, but he made no movement to pick it up.) Gertie looked at him a moment.
"Well--" she began emphatically, then she stooped to pick up the sixpence.
Frank sighed.
"Oh! don't begin all that--there's a good girl.

I've said it all myself--quite adequately, I assure you." Gertie's mouth opened again.

She laid the sixpence on the table.
"I mean, there's nothing to be said," explained Frank.

"The point is--what's to be done ?" Gertie had no suggestions.