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"But I wouldn' wish to marry one that despised me," he declared. "I had enough o' bein' despised in the Workhouse." "I never said I despised you, Pammy," Fancy protested. "Yes, you did; or in so many words 'Unmanly, you said." "But that was about writing." She opened her eyes wide. "You don't mean to tell me that's the trouble? . . . What have you been writing?"
"'Tous les gouts sont dans la nature, my dear," quoted Lensky, coming in at the open window, "there are even people who like German bands!" Looking down at Pammy through his eyeglass, the sun fell full on his head, betraying an incipient bald patch. Otherwise Lensky had aged not at all since his marriage. "I saw Lady Brigit just now," he said, suddenly, "down in the olive grove.
He burns them a wee bit in the fire, an' then st'eeps them in whusky. An' they're awful sair." "Oh, but I ken what to do, Rab, if ye want to diddle him," put in another boy. "Just get a horse's hair a lang yin oot o' its tail and put it across yer haun', an' it'll cut his tawse in twa, whenever he gie's ye a pammy." "That's what I'm gaun to do, Jamie," replied another.
What do you say, Palmerston?" Palmerston, who had been on the edge of tears for some time, broke down and fairly blubbered. "There's a boy!" exclaimed the elder woman. "Mention a little hard work and he begins to cry." "I don't believe he's cryin' for that at all," spoke up Fancy. "Are you, Pammy dear?" "Nun-nun-No-o!" sobbed Palmerston.
We don't ezackly make Gawds of our bellies, Dad and I; but there's a difference between that and goin' empty. Ask Pammy!" she added, with a twitch and a grin. "I've heard you say, anyway, that you was afraid Mr Rogers'd go to the naughty place. A dozen times I've heard you say it." "Rats! you never did.
"She is well, Duchess." "Didn't she send me any messages?" "She did. Much love and some kodaks of the children. Your god-child is a love." "H'm. And how is the horrid little adopted one?" "Poor Pammy!" "Now will you look at Lady Agnes Blundell spilling coffee all over my carpet. She did the same thing the other night at the Beaufoys'! I really believe the woman drinks, or something.
Captain Hocken he's a humane gentleman, too, and never graspin' no, never in his life! but I suppose he'd begun to get interested, Captain Hocken ups and suggests as they were wastin' time, mixin' table-salt and water when there was the wide ocean itself overside, to be had for the dippin'. So they tried sea-water." "My poor Pammy."
"Y-yes Fancy," stammered Palmerston, blushing furiously, shutting his eyes and dropping his voice to a whisper. "That's better. . . . What does it feel like? Pleasant?" "V-very pleasant, miss Fancy, I mean. It it'll come in time," pleaded Palmerston, still red to the eyes. "That's right, again. Because I want you to marry me, Pammy dear."
Then there would be the children six-years-old Pammy, the De Lenskys' adopted child, and their own little Eliza and Thaddy the latter a delicious, roundabout person of eighteen months, the very feel of whom was comforting. "An empty carriage, if there is one, please," she asked the guard, and he opened a door and helped her into a still unlit compartment.
But the result had not been particularly satisfactory, for Pammy had grown to be a very fat, very stolid person, with no nose to speak of and no sense of humour at all, and every day that passed seemed to leave her a little more unattractive than she had been the day before.
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