I can spare no more

　　He was eating as well as drinking, and seemed to eat with a hungry appetite.  He seemed curious regarding the cottage, too, as  if it were the first time he  had seen it.  After stooping to  put the bottle on the  ground, he looked up at  the windows, and looked about; though with a covert and impatient air, as if he  was anxious to be gone.

　　The light in the passage was obscured  for a moment, and my aunt came  out.  She was agitated, and told some money into his hand.  I heard it chink.

　　'What's the use of this?' he demanded.

　　'I can spare no more,' returned my aunt.

　　'Then I can't go,' said he.  'Here! You may take it back!'

　　'You bad man,' returned my aunt, with great emotion; 'how can you use me so? But why do I ask?  It is because you know how weak I am! What have I to do, to  free myself for ever of your visits, but to abandon you to your deserts?'

　　'And why don't you abandon me to my deserts?' said he.

　　'You ask me why!' returned my aunt.  'What a heart you must have!'

　　He stood moodily rattling  the money, and shaking  his head, until at  length he said:

　　'Is this all you mean to give me, then?'

　　'It is all I CAN give you,' said  my aunt.  'You know I have had losses,  and am poorer than I used to be.  I have told you so. Having got it, why do you give me the pain of looking at you for another moment, and seeing what you have become?'

　　'I have become shabby enough, if you  mean that,' he said.  'I lead the  life of an owl.'