downstairs into the kitchen, she had brandy and water, and so
had I. It was a hot day, the pump-water was deliriously cool, I made
hers as strong as she would take it,--it was an instinct of mine. She
got her colour back, and became talkative, we talked about her fainting,
but she tried to avoid talking about it, and did not want me to refer to
what had led to it. I did, and was delighted to think that it was owing
to what is called "exposing my person."

"I don't think the ladies saw it, so you need not have been so
frightened Jenny,--but you saw it, did you not?" No reply. "I saw you
looking at it." "It's a story." "Why did you faint?" "I always feel
faint if I am startled." "What startled you?" "Nothing." "You saw it,
and you put your hand over it to hide it, and you touched it." "It's a
story,--I wish you'd go." "You ungrateful little devil, when I've just
fetched you brandy." "It's through you that I felt ill." "Why?" No
reply. "Don't be foolish,--it was for fear that the ladies should have
seen my prick so near you,--now look at it,"--and I pulled it out, it
was not stiff. "It was twice the size when you saw it,--feel it, and it
will soon be bigger."

The girl rose saying she would go and remain in the forecourt till her
sister came, if I did not leave, but I prevented her going out of the
kitchen. She began to cry again, and had a little more brandy and water.
My talk took its old channel.

"Do you know how long you were fainting?" "I didn't faint, but only a
minute or so." "Do you know what I did?" She was sitting down, then got
upright, looked at me full in the face, her eyes almost starting out of
her head. "What did you do!--what?--what?--what?" She spoke hurriedly,
anxiously, in an agitated manner. "I threw up your clothes, kissed your
cunt, and felt it."

"It's a lie,--it's a lie." "It's true,--and the hair is short, and
darker than the hair of your head,--and your thighs are so white,--and
your garters are made of blue cloth,--and I felt it, the dear little
split,--how I wish my belly had been up against it I--what a lovely
smell it has!" (putting my fingers to my nose).

"Oho!--oho!--oho!" said she bursting into tears, "what a shame to take
liberties with a poor girl when she can't help herself,--oho!--oho!--you
must be a bad man,--Missus had no business to send you to look after
me, as if she could not trust me,--she don't know what sort of man you
are,--and a gentleman too,--oho!--and married too,