It has nought to do with t'other.

A week ago these pearls were round the fair neck of my Lady Wendover.

I encountered her in her coach on the Bath Road near Maidenhead Thicket--my favourite trysting place with foolish dames who travel with their trinkets and fal-lals.

At the sight of my barkers her ladyship screamed and fainted.

This made things as easy as an old glove.