'I believe,' I says, 'that it's that hinfidel and the skinny wirgin a-walkin' together.' They goes into the summer-'ouse, and then I creeps down, and gets behind a tree, but close enough to the couple to hear every word.

Sure 'nough, sur, I wur right; it was the wirgin Staggles and this 'ere Woltaire.
"'They seemed quarrellin' like when I come up, for she wur sayin'-- "'Tis no use, she never will.' "'Nonsense!' says he.

'Give her time, and poison her mind against that Blake, and she'll come around.' "'I've done that,' says she.

'I've told her that Mr.Blake is a regular male flirt; that he's had dozens of love affairs with girls; and, besides that, I told her that her marked preference for him was being talked about.' "'Yes,' says Woltaire, 'and see how she's treated him since.' "'True enough,' says she; 'but it's made her no softer towards you.

If she avoids him, she dislikes you.' "'And do you think she cares about Blake ?' says he.
"'I don't know,' she replies.