out. The lady wrote to
thank me, and in writing to my mother, said how much obliged they were
for my calling; but my wife said she thought the servant (Jenny) was a
sly sort of minx, and wondered how they could be so foolish as to leave
her in the house by herself.

When they came to town I was for a time very intimate with them, which
pleased them much. Jenny used to let me out at the garden-gate, and
leave the gate unlocked. Instead of going away, I used to hide in the
shrubs, Jenny would come back, close the street-door ajar, and a few
minutes afterwards come out again very quietly. Then up against an
ivy covered wall we poked, and she went indoors with wetted privates.
Sometimes after waiting I had to go away unsatisfied, she not appearing,
sometimes rain prevented us,--all of which was very annoying.

Fucking her in fact became a matter of anxiety. She had to dodge her
fellow-servant as well as her Master and Mistress, and we copulated in
fear and trembling. In the midst of the work she has left me because
of some scare; once she went off saying, "Oh! there is Missus' bell
ringing,--oh!"--and uncunting me, off she ran. One night we went on
to the flower-beds between two large trees, and the next day the old
gentleman remarked that some man had got over the wall into his garden,
and he should tell the police. If there was moonlight we were done. One
night latish she was sent to fetch some butter. I waited, and we fucked
up against some palings. Unfortunately the butter was let fall out of
the basket on to the gravel. We went back for more, but the shop was
then shut, so she had to take home the dirty butter, and make the best
story she could about it. On Sundays when at the baudy house, the girl
was awfully frightened lest she should be seen, and we used to walk
there on opposite sides of the way, I going in first. Then we went away
with similar precautions,--but I began to get very tired of this, having
indeed had enough of her.

Jenny had lost all fear of being in the family way, and poked freely,
but she never ceased bewailing her poor young man; though at length my
tool had become to her a thing to be longed for. The young man had money
left him, quitted his place, and Jenny left to be married. I heard of
them for many years afterwards, they opened a shop, then a larger one,
and so on, till at length he became (I found this quite recently) the
mayor of the town,--if not it was some one of the same name, and in