Basil.
Well, after I came back from the Cape I began going there again. When I was out there she took it into her head to write me a letter, rather ill-spelt and funny—but I was touched that she thought of me. And she sent some tobacco and some cigarettes.
John.
My maiden aunt sent you a woollen comforter, but I'm not aware that in return you ever made her a proposal of marriage.
Basil.
And so in one way and another I came to know Jenny rather well. She appeared to get rather fond of me—and I couldn't help seeing it.
John.
But she always pretended to be engaged to that scrubby little chap with false teeth who used to hang about the bar and make sheep's eyes at her over innumerable Scotch-and-sodas.
Basil.
He made a scene because I took her out on one of her off-nights, and she broke it off. I couldn't help knowing it was on my account.