Right afore my wife and the party next door, she put her arm round my waist.
“Keep ’er out,” I ses.
“Wot do you want?” ses my missus, trembling with passion. “Wot do you think you’re doing?”
“I want my ’usband, Bill,” ses the woman.
My missus put her ’and to her throat and came in without a word, and the woman follered ’er. If I hadn’t kept my presence o’ mind and shut the door two or three more would ’ave come in too.
I went into the kitchen about ten minutes arterwards to see ’ow they was getting on. Besides which they was both calling for me.
“Now then!” ses my missus, who was leaning up against the dresser with ’er arms folded, “wot ’ave you got to say for yourself walking in as bold as brass with this hussy?”
“Bill!” ses the woman, “did you hear wot she called me?”