die. She did not so much as notice his suffering and continued

delightedly to revenge herself on him for the annoyance of the

"It's like your brother; he's another pretty Johnny, he is! He

promised me two hundred francs. Oh, dear me; yes, I can wait for

'em. It isn't his money I care for! I've not got enough to pay for

hair oil. Yes, he's leaving me in a jolly fix! Look here, d'you

want to know how matters stand? Here goes then: it's all owing to

your brother that I'm going out to earn twenty-five louis with