hy, ashamed air he wore after his morning excursions, Mary
appeared, and told us that Joe Shanks, the butcher's son, had come with
the chops, and wanted to speak to us. We hailed the diversion, and had
Joe shown in. Gayford pushed the beer jug and a glass toward him,
saying:

"Help yourself, Joe."

Joe drank a draught, wiped his mouth on his blue sleeve, and remarked:

"No offense, gentlemen."

"None," said Gayford, who seemed to have assumed the chairmanship of
the meeting.

Joe, seeming slightly embarrassed, cleared his throat, and looked round
again.

"No offense, gentlemen," he repeated; "but she's bin walking with me
two years come Michaelmas."

A pause followed. Then the chairman expressed the views of the meeting.

"The deuce she has!" said he.

"Off AND on," added Joe candidly.

I looked at Smugg. He had shrunk down low in his seat, and rested his
head on his hand. His face was half hidden; but he was very warm, and
the drops trickled from his forehead down his nose.

"It seems to be a good deal off," said the chairman judicially.

"No offense," said Joe; "but I don't take it kind of you, gentlemen.
I've served you faithful."

"The chops are excellent," conceded the chairman.

"And I don't take it kind."

"Develop your complaint," said the chairman. "I mean, what's the row,
Joe?"

"Since you gentlemen came she's been saucy," said Joe.

"I do not see," observed the chairman, "that anything can be done. If
Pyrrha prefers us, Joe [he treated the case collectively, which was
certainly wise], what then?"

"Beg pardon, sir?"

"Oh, I mean if the lady prefers us, Joe?"

Joe brought his fat fist down on the table with a thump.

"It aint as if you meant it," said he doggedly; "you just unsettles of
'er. I s'pose I can't help ye talking, and laughing, and walking along
of 'er, but you aint no call to kiss 'er."

Another pause ensued. The chairman held a consultation with Tritton,
who sat on his right hand.

"The meeting," said Gayford, "will proceed to declare, one by one,
whether it has ever--and if so, how often--kissed the lady. I will
begin. Never! Mr. Tritton?"

"Never!" said Tritton.

"Mr. Bird?"

"Never!" said Bird.

"Mr. Robertson?"

"Never!" said I.

"Mr. Smugg?"

"I seed 'im this very morning!" cried Joe, like an accusing angel.

Smugg took his hand away from his face, after giving his wet brow one
last dab. He looked at Gayford and at Joe, but said nothing.