‘I don’t know as I’d go as far as that,’ said the fat waiter critically. ‘’E’d pass all right. ’E’s an upstandin’ young man with a good sperrit in ’im.’
‘What’s wrong with ’er, then?’
‘It’s a matter of opinion,’ said the waiter. ‘I likes ’em a bit more full-flavoured myself. And as to ’er taste, why there, if you ’ad seen ’er turn up ’er nose at the Stilton at lunch.’
‘Turn up ’er nose, did she? Well, she seemed to me a very soft-spoken, obligin’ young lady.’
‘So she may be, but they’re a queer couple, I tell you. It’s as well they are married at last.’
‘Why?’
‘Because they ’ave been goin’ on most owdacious before’and. I ’ave it from their own lips, and it fairly made me blush to listen to it. Awful, it was, awful!’
‘You don’t say that, John!’
‘I tell you, Jane, I couldn’t ’ardly believe my ears. They was married on Tuesday last, as we know well, and to-day’s Times to prove it, and yet if you’ll believe me, they was talkin’ about ’ow they ’ad travelled alone abroad—’
‘Never, John!’