“Ah, but they won’t do that; leastways, I think not. I can answer for one—the other I know nothing about.”
“Umph!” ejaculated Peace—“all the better for you. I wish I had known nothing about her.”
“Women will be your downfall, old man,” observed Rawton. “There aint any mistake about that.”
“Get out; mind your own business. I know my way about, and don’t intend them to get the best of me, if I can help it.”
“All right, Charlie; I dare say you know best.”
“But I’m blowed if I ain’t forgot something.”
“What’s up, then?”
“Why, I’ve got a letter for you.”
“For me? Never!”
“I say I have. A lady—a proper sort of one, too, I can tell you—called here a few days ago, and asked if I knew you. She was as nicely behaved a woman as I ever clapped eyes upon, and her manner was so sweet and gentle, so ladylike, that—well, hang me, if I didn’t get quite spoony on her.”