Pinkey grew uneasy under his eyes.

Again the curious pink flush coloured her cheeks, and she turned her head with a light, scornful toss.

That settled Chook.

In five minutes he was looking at her with the passionate adoration of a savage before an idol, for this Lothario of the gutter brought to each fresh experience a surprising virginity of emotion that his facile, ignoble conquests left untouched.
Jonah broke the silence by complimenting the ladies on their appearance.
"My oath, yer a sight fer sore eyes, yous are!" he cried.

"I'm glad yer don't know 'ow giddy yer look, else us blokes wouldn't 'ave a chance, would we, Chook ?" The girls bridled with pleasure at the rude compliments, pretending not to hear them, feeling very desirable and womanly in their finery.
"Dickon ter you," said Mrs Yabsley.