Albert looked blank.
"I ain't seen her," he said. "Believe she's walking round the course."
Joses laughed.
"I should have thought you'd have been the one to walk round the course," he said.
"I been," replied the lad keenly.
"And what d'you think of it?" asked Monkey.
The youth rubbed his stomach with the most delicate consideration.
"Pore Albert," he said. "That's what I think. They're a yard through some of 'em. You clears 'em clean or—it's amen, so be it, good-bye to the totties, and no flowers by request."
He bustled on his way.
Monkey nudged his mate.