Charlie's 'art went down into 'is boots, but every-body was so busy drawing their chairs up to the table that they didn't notice 'ow pale he 'ad gone. He sat between Mr. White and Mrs. Jennings, and by and by, when everybody was talking, he turned to 'im in a whisper, and asked 'im who the big chap was.
“Mrs. Jennings's brother,” ses Mr. White; “brewer's drayman he is.”
Charlie said, “Oh!” and went on eating, a bit relieved in 'is mind.
“Your friend and my gal 'll make a nice couple,” ses Mr. White, looking at Ted and Emma, sitting 'and in 'and.
“She couldn't 'ave a better husband,” ses Charlie, whispering again; “but where is Mrs. Jennings's young man? I 'eard he was to be here.”
Mr. White put down 'is knife and fork. “Eh?” he ses, staring at 'im.
“Mrs. Jennings's intended?” ses Charlie.
“Who are you getting at?” ses Mr. White, winking at 'im.
“But she 'as got one, ain't she?” ses Charlie. “That'll do,” ses Mr. White, with another wink. “Try it on somebody else.”
“Wot are you two talking about?” ses Emma, who 'ad been watching 'em.