“That's wot I said to 'im,” ses Bill Flurry; “but he said he 'ad 'is reasons.”
“Ah, to be sure,” ses Mrs. Morgan, nodding. “Why, you and her can't be married now,” she ses, turning to George Hatchard.
“Married?” ses Bill Flurry with a start, as George Hatchard gave a groan that surprised 'im-self. “Good gracious! what a good job I found 'er!”
“I s'pose you don't know where he is to be found now?” ses Mrs. Pearce, in a low voice, turning to Bill.
“I do not, ma'am,” ses Bill, “but I think you'd find 'im somewhere in Australia. He keeps changing 'is name and shifting about, but I dare say you'd 'ave as good a chance of finding 'im as anybody.”
“It's a terrible blow to me,” ses George Hatchard, dabbing his eyes.
“I know it is,” ses Mrs. Pearce; “but there, you men are all alike. I dare say if this hadn't turned up you'd ha' found something else.”
“Oh, 'ow can you talk like that?” ses George Hatchard, very reproachful. “It's the only thing in the world that could 'ave prevented our getting married. I'm surprised at you.”
“Well, that's all right, then,” ses Mrs. Pearce, “and we'll get married after all.”
“But you can't,” ses Alf.