"Come, tell me what took place," said he angrily.
"Precious little.

The young swell didn't seem to care about dirtying his trotter-cases; he kept slashing about with his cane, and staring at all the gals.

What an ass that masher is! Wouldn't I have liked to have punched his head! If you ever want to hide him, daddy, please think of yours truly.

He wouldn't stand up to me for five minutes." "Go on, my lad; go on." "Well, we had waited half an hour, when all at once a woman came sharp round the corner, and stops before the masher.

Wasn't she a fine gal! and hadn't she a pair of sparklers! but she had awfully seedy togs on.
But they spoke in whispers." "So you did not hear what they said ?" "Do you take me for a flat?
The gal said, 'Do you understand ?--to-morrow.' Then the swell chap, says he, 'Do you promise ?' and the gal, she answers back, 'Yes, at noon.' Then they parted.