The enamored pair talked and kissed for half an hour; then they rose to return to Wandsworth.
As they left the lawn Alf Brown said with enthusiasm, "You touch the ole juggins for fifty quid, Hermy; an' I'll marry yew on Wen'sdye fortnyte as hever is!"
"Ryght O! O Alf, won't it be a little bit of horl ryght to git married with fifty quid to blew!" said the fond but deceitful Ennyntrude.
"I'd do it on a fiver, I'm that fond of yer!" said the impassioned Alf Brown.
They departed to Wandsworth, leaving Pollyooly food for thought indeed; and all the afternoon she pondered the question whether she ought to tell Mr. Hilary Vance what she had seen. She felt that those kisses were wrong. But she had been taught, very strictly, that tale-bearing was also wrong. She could not therefore see her duty plain; and in the end she resolved to leave the matter open and act as circumstances bade her.
The next afternoon Hilary Vance seemed to have recovered his old, overflowing cheerfulness; and she said nothing.
At four o'clock Mr. James came; and at once he
