me to me by the market-garden.
"If I don't," said she, "it will be because mother is at the door." But
she came.

I swore I was in love with her, which was true to the extent of her
cunt, and wanted her to meet me elsewhere,--we would dine, and go to the
theatre together. No she could not be out late without a row. I kissed
her, which she took to in the darkness kindly enough. I whispered, "I
should like to fuck." "If you say that again," said she, "I'll slap your
chops." I did, and she gave me a slap in the face, and ran off. I was
hurt, and so annoyed, that I did not follow her, but bawled out, "You'll
split your cunt into your arse-hole if you run like that." Directly
afterwards a voice like as of an oldish female in the darkness said,
"Get along you drunken blackguard, the likes of you ought to be locked
up." Insulting the girl by foul-mouthed remarks had not improved I
feared my chance of broaching her, and for a while I desisted.

But the letch was strong on me, I went to stay with my mother to
be nearer my game, and passed my time in playing billiards at the
public-house, and nightly I hunted the girl; so that at length under
promise to take her to Vauxhall she agreed to come and dine with me, or
as she said, have supper at eight o'clock with me. I usually then went
to Vauxhall at ten o'clock.

I went to a French restaurant in the Haymarket, ordered a sitting and
bed-room, and a good supper. Thought I, "With a feast and champagne with
you by myself for a couple of hours, my cock and your cunt will make
acquaintance."

To my annoyance she came with her sister. "I could not stop out late
without her," said she. I made the best of it, though very angry on the
quiet at seeing my game baulked.

"I'll kiss you at once because you have brought your sister unasked, and
you Matilda because you came unasked,"--and I kissed both to my heart's
content. They liked it. They were dressed in the vulgarest style of
their class, and I felt ashamed of going to Vauxhall with them,--and did
not they gorge! Champagne they had never tasted before and they lapped
it up like milk. "It gets into your head, don't it?" said one. "No my
dear, champagne gets into your tail,--you'll want to piddle soon."
"Oh! for shame!" "Never mind there are plenty of chamber-pots in the
bed-room." "If you talk that way we'll go," said they laughing, but we
went on talking and drinking.

Supper over, the waiter out of the room, both girls half-screwed,