“Gee, what a spanking walk!”
She turned round; it was Trampy again!
“Ah, this time,” thought Lily, “I shall have witnesses!”
She expected blows! She would have given anything to be struck: her divorce, at last, would be hastened on! Cruelty, public insults! But no:
“How’s my dear little wife?” asked Trampy, with outstretched hand.
Lily was so greatly surprised that it took her some seconds to recover her presence of mind; and then, without turning her head:
“Come away, Glass-Eye,” she said. “There are drunkards about.”
“Don’t let us quarrel, little wifie. Aren’t you my dear little wifie? Well, then....”
And Trampy took her by the arm.
“Let me go, or I’ll break your jaw,” muttered Lily, under her breath.