Well, now she's in town--all over--settled down,
y'know. Writes to my wife. Well, I thought it was no good bein' stiff in
these things. Against the spirit of the age--what? So I said we'd do the
handsome thing and go up. We both wanted a spell of easy--so it was handy.
Besides, I wanted to see the gel. I own to that. And there's no doubt
she's a clinker; quiet, you know, and steady; looks right at you, far in;
sees the lot at a glance. Palish gel, not too big; but well set up. Square
shoulders--deep-chested gel. That sort." He stared at the table-cloth
hard.
"I was taken by her, mightily taken. So when she and my wife had done
kissin', I put in my little oar. 'How d'ye do, Miss--' I won't mention
names, though upon my dick I don't know why I should be squeamish. But
there it was; and I'd have kissed her, as you do kiss your wife's--well,
cousin, let's say--if you want to. Bless you, not a bit of it. Proud as
pepper. Gives me a finger. 'Quite well,' says she. 'Quite well, thank you
--' and drops me. Drops _me_! Good Lord!"
He drank deeply of beer. "Well now, I tell you, that's the last time,
absolutely the last time I do the civil thing to--well, to that sort, if
she's my wife's grandmother.
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