"Yes," she continued, "she told me all about it. It was on Monday evening, about seven o'clock, and she was coming up the little street by St. James's Church, where the Post Office is. She fancied she'd noticed a man following her, a very big handsome man with a golden beard."
"Is that her description of him?" I interrupted.
"Yes. That's why I wasn't much surprised when you told me about his beard. Then outside the Post Office the outrage happened. He spoke to her. Spoke to her, George. Try to realise it."
"Well, if she'd no idea who he was it wasn't a pleasant thing to have happen."
She gave a soft laugh. "He's very good-looking," she said brazenly.
"Julia, if you were naturally a catty sort of woman——"
"Don't interrupt, George. I am artificially then. If you don't want to hear go out and look for hansoms. And whatever else you're sententious about don't be sententious about women. Now I've forgotten what I was going to say."
"You said he spoke to her outside the Post Office."
"Behave yourself then. He did speak to her, and she set Puppetty at him."
"What!" I cried.