“What do you think of our women?”
“They have certainly very singular names, Jasper.”
“Names! Lavengro! However, brother, if you had been as fond of things as of names, you would never have been a pal of ours.”
“What do you mean, Jasper?”
“A’n’t they rum animals?”
“They have tongues of their own, Jasper.”
“Did you ever feel their teeth and nails, brother?”
“Never, Jasper, save Mrs. Herne’s. I have always been very civil to them, so—”
“They let you alone. I say, brother, some part of the secret is in them.”
“They seem rather flighty, Jasper.”