“Some months later,” proceeded Sam, “the man came over to England. He met the girl. And still looking on her as an old friend, you understand, he lost his head and, two minutes after they had met, he kissed her.”
“Must have been rather a soppy kind of a silly sort of idiot,” observed the blonde shingled girl critically.
“Perhaps you’re right,” agreed Sam. “Still, that’s what happened.”
“I don’t see where the story comes in,” said one of the rabbit-faced young men.
“Well, naturally, you see, not realising the true state of affairs, the girl was very sore,” said Sam.
The rabbit-faced young men looked at each other and shook their heads. The shingled young women raised their eyebrows pityingly.
“No good,” said the blonde shingled girl.
“Dud,” said the dark shingled girl. “Who’s going to believe nowadays that a girl is such a chump as to mind a man kissing her?”
“Everybody kisses everybody nowadays,” said one of the rabbit-faced young men profoundly.
“Girl was making a fuss about nothing,” said the other rabbit-faced young man.