“'Your young lady?' I ses. 'H'mm! You should ha' seen 'er 'arf an hour ago.'
“The gal looked at me steady for a moment.
“'He put 'is nasty fat arm round my waist, Alfred,' she ses.
“'Wot!' ses the young man, squeaking. 'WOT!'
“He snatched up the mop wot that nasty, untidy cook 'ad left leaning agin the side, and afore I 'ad any idea of wot 'e was up to he shoved the beastly thing straight in my face.
“'Next time,' he ses, 'I'll tear you limb from limb!'
“I couldn't speak for a time, and when I could 'e stopped me with the mop agin. It was like a chained lion being tormented by a monkey. I stepped down on to the cabin floor, and then I told 'em both wot I thought of 'em.
“'Come along, Alfred,' ses the gal, 'else the cook'll be back before we start.'
“'He's all right,' ses the young man. 'Minnie's looking arter him. When I left he'd got 'arf a bottle of whisky in front of 'im.'
“'Still, we may as well go,' ses Miss Butt. 'It seems a shame to keep the cab waiting.'