“Men do make a mess, don’t they? Fancy ’is going off like that. I wonder if the letter had anything to do with it?”
“Letter?”
“Yes, the one Miss Joan give our Bob to bring ’im this afternoon.”
“Ha!” said Mrs. Bonner. “I shouldn’t be surprised.”
“Nor should I. I wonder what he is to her, don’t you?”
“No, I don’t. I ain’t bothered my head thinking. It ain’t none of my business, Alice Betts.”
Alice Betts giggled.
“Well, any’ow he’s gone,” she said, and Mrs. Bonner did not contradict her. “And gone sudden.”
“Very!”
“Depend on it, it was the letter done it. Well, I won’t be keeping you.”