In this respect, as to the amount of labour done, Miss Golightly had certainly far surpassed her rival competitor for Charley's affections.
Charley got up and took her hand; and as he did so, he saw that her nails were dirty.

He put his arms round her waist and kissed her; and as he caressed her, his olfactory nerves perceived that the pomatum in her hair was none of the best.

He thought of those young lustrous eyes that would look up so wondrously into his face; he thought of the gentle touch, which would send a thrill through all his nerves; and then he felt very sick.
'Well, upon my word, Mr.Tudor,' said Miss Geraghty, 'you're making very free to-night.' She did not, however, refuse to sit down on his knee, though while sitting there she struggled and tossed herself, and shook her long ringlets in Charley's face, till he wished her--safe at home in Mr.Peppermint's nursery.
'And is that what you brought me down for, Mrs.Davis ?' said Norah.

'Well, upon my word, I hope the door's locked; we shall have all the world in here else.' 'If you hadn't come down to him, he'd have come up to you,' said Mrs.Davis.
'Would he though ?' said Norah; 'I think he knows a trick worth two of that;' and she looked as though she knew well how to defend herself, if any over-zeal on the part of her lover should ever induce him to violate the sanctum of her feminine retirement.
There was no over-zeal now about Charley.

He ought to have been happy enough, for he had his charmer in his arms; but he showed very little of the ecstatic joy of a favoured lover.