How much is it? I've forgotten. It's only the last £50.

I gave her 50 pounds, and here's her signed confession to blackmail.

Anyway, I'll telephone the bank in the morning and return your thousand pounds.

Is that a compliment? You're still out of pocket, 50 quid. I must repay it.

Distilled into one 95-pound, doe-eyed, bon mot tossing, label-whoring package of girlie evil.

Are you going to pay her? A thousand pounds? Don't be mad. If I pay her, she'll only come back.

How did you manage that? I told her she could either have 50 pounds, on condition of signing, or leave with nothing and be reported to the police.