king. "Did you tell Betty that?"
said I. "No," said Kit laughing.

Next night Betty who seems to have taken delight in debauching Kit, made
her feel Jim's prick, she pulled her hand to it. "I thought I liked to
feel, but I shammed that I did not." "Was it big?" "It seemed bigger
than yours, but I didn't see it."

This went on for a fortnight or so, Kitty feeling always afraid that
they would be found out, and so it came to pass. Illicit fucking in a
house not your own is sure to bring trouble.

The Mistress' sister came to nurse her, and slept in her room. Betty
said the sister gave a lot of trouble, and was always poking her nose
where she had not business to poke it. Jim did not come up for one or
two nights, he had heard some one moving either in the Master's, or
in the sick woman's room. Kitty was glad of it. Jim I suppose at last
randied out of his prudence one night, and Betty reckless for want of
fucking, told him to come, and up he came. Then a violent knock at the
door came just as he was fucking Betty.

"Who is that?" "Me." "Wait a minute sir." "Open it, or I will break the
door open." "Wait sir, I'm not dressed." In came the door with a crash.
Jim was just by the bed, Kitty standing by Betty, for both got up.
At the door was the Master and his sister-in-law. "You damned whoring
bitch," said the Master to Betty, "at day-light out you go from my
house."

The sister-in-law turned down the bed, looked at it, and then at Kitty.
"Please Maam it's no fault of mine," said Kit. "You dirty little hussy,
why did you not tell what was going on,--your father shall hear of
this." "Dress yourself," said the fishmonger to Betty. "Leave them alone
till the morning," said the sister-in-law,"--and both left the room. Jim
half-dressed, without speaking a word, had crept downstairs whilst the
talk was going on. The Master did not speak to him at all.

"They will sack us both," said Betty. Kitty began to cry. "You are a
fool, there are lots of places. I hope old Vinegar-Chops liked the look
of it," said Betty lifting up the towel (there were the drippings from
Betty's cunt on it),--"I dare say the sour-faced beast knows what it
is,---don't you cry, you will get a living if your father does turn you
out, any girl can so long as she has a good face, and something warm
between her thighs." That was Betty's comfort to Kitty.

After breakfast the Master put Betty outside the door, Kitty's mother
was sent for, who boxed her ears