Their intercourse had a flavour of emergency, and they both stopped abruptly at the appearance of Bealby.
His desire, his craving was now so great that it had altogether subdued the natural wiriness of his appearance. He looked meek, he looked good, he was swimming in propitiation and tender with respect. He produced an effect of being much smaller. He had got nice eyes. His movements were refined and his manners perfect.
“Not doing business to-day, my boy,” said the pleasant woman.
“Oh, please ’m,” he said from his heart.
“Sunday, you know.”
“Oh, please ’m. If you could just give me a nold sheet of paper ’m, please.”
“What for?” asked the pleasant woman.
“Just to wrap something up ’m.”
She reflected, and natural goodness had its way with her.
“A nice big bit?” said the woman.