"What's other people's affairs to you? If you were locked up, depend
upon it, there's not a soul would come near you. No; it's all very
fine now, when people think there isn't a chance of your being in
trouble--but I should only like to see what they'd say to you if YOU
were in a sponging-house. Yes--I should enjoy THAT, just to show you
that I'm always right. What do you say?

"YOU THINK BETTER OF THE WORLD?

"Ha! that would be all very well if you could afford it; but you're
not in means, I know, to think so well of people as all that. And of
course they only laugh at you. 'Caudle's an easy fool,' they cry--I
know it as well as if I heard 'em--'Caudle's an easy fool; anybody
may lead him.' Yes anybody but his own wife;--and she--of course--is
nobody.

"And now, everybody that's arrested will of course send to you. Yes,
Mr. Caudle, you'll have your hands full now, no doubt of it. You'll
soon know every sponging-house and every sheriff's officer in London.
Your business will have to take care of itself; you'll have enough to
do to run from lawyer to lawyer after the business of other people.
Now, it's no use calling me a dear soul--not a bit! No; and I shan't
put it off till to-morrow. It isn't often I speak, but I WILL speak
now.

"I wish that Prettyman had been at the bottom of the sea before--
what?

"IT ISN'T PRETTYMAN?