But following Miss Limpenny's stare the brothers caught sight of Mr.Fogo simultaneously, and for the first time.

Their mahogany faces grew sensibly paler.
"Well, this beats cock-fightin'!" "Would you mind taking that lady away ?" pleaded Mr.Fogo, through his chattering teeth; "I am very cold indeed, and wish to dress." "Oh! that voice again," sobbed Miss Limpenny; "please tell him to go away." Being nonplussed by these two appeals, Peter addressed his reply to his brother.
"I dunno, Paul, as we've a-got to the bottom o' this; but I reck'n Mr.Fogo's been a-lettin' hes principles take 'n too far.

As for dislikin' womankind, 'tes in a way 'scuseable p'raps; but notices es wan thing, an' teasin' anuther." "That's so, Peter.

Ef 'tes a matter o' fash'n, tho', I dunno as we've any call to interfere, not knawin' what's what." "Ef you plaise, sir," shouted Peter, "Paul an' me wants to know whether you be a-doin' et by way o' bein' fash'nubble ?" "I don't know what you mean.

I only wish to be allowed to get at my clothes.