moty; o be your nurse when you was a boy, sir.

    o detail. Not so good, o style. Come noter t. Youre not selling violets. Say it again.

    I pulled a face; but then said, more carefully,

    t used to be your nurse when you were a boy, sir.

    Better, better. And uation, before this?

    itely married and about to go to India, o dress  need me.

    Dear me. You are to be pitied, Sue.

    I believe so, sir.

    And are you grateful to Miss Lilly, for  Briar?

    Oitude aint in it!

    Violets again!   dont  my ss good. Noell me tant.  are your duties ress?

    I must   steal it. I must o   carry oo , s ts for w be  see when she blushes.

    Splendid! And w is your cer?

    as the day

    And , t no-one but  know?

    t s sune; and t you, Mr Rivers, will make mine.

    I took s and sseys, my eyes all time on toe of .

    Dainty clapped me. Mrs Sucksby rubbed ogether and said,

    ty, pass me an infant, I  someto squeeze.

    Gentleman stepped aside and lit a cigarette. Not bad,  bad, at all. A little fining dos needed noer.

    Later? I said. Oleman, aint you finis? If Miss Lilly will he sake of pleasing you, why should she care how fined down I am?

    S mind,  put an apron on C it is not only  you aff.

    I said, aff? I  t of this.

    Of course,  self? First of all teward, Mr ay—

    Mr ay! said Jo. Do they call him Milky?

    No, said Gentleman. urned back to me. Mr ay,  trouble you muc tiles,