One suspected there might be occasions on which one could almost like
a band which one could not hear, but I did not say so. That broke the
ice, and the conversation drifting on to personal topics she explained
to me that she had a young man, who, so to speak, was "resting," owing
to what she called a "difference" which she had had with him. It
struck me that the tale, as she told it, contained elements of
tragedy.
"Bakers," she observed, "is what I like. I have a sister who likes
butchers. To me there's always the smell of the meat about a butcher.
But it's as you're made. The worst of bakers is, they're such a
thirsty lot."
"Possibly," I suggested, "that is in a measure owing to the nature of
their occupation."
"That may be, but still there is a limit, and when a man is always
drinking, I think it's time for him to stop."
I thought so too, but she went on:
"My young man, his name is Willyum Evans, is a baker, and him and me
have been walking out together four years come next month. So I said
to him, 'Willyum, it's my day out, Tuesday. I shall expect you to take
me somewhere.' So he said, 'I will.' So I said, 'Hyde Park Corner,
half-past ten.' I was there as the clock was striking, and a fine
scuffle I had to get there too; and, if you'll believe me, he kept me
waiting two hours and three-quarters by the clock what's over the
gatekeeper's lodge--which is longer than any gentleman ought to keep a
lady waiting, I don't care who he is. So when he did come, I was a bit
huffy.
"So I said, 'Well, Willyum, I hope I've put you to no hurry, and it's
a pity you should have troubled yourself to come at this time of day,
seeing as how I'm just off home.' So he said, and he wiped his lips,
and I could see he had had a moistener, if not more, 'It's like
this--I accidentally had an appointment, which was of the nature of
business, and which I couldn't help; and that's how it is I'm a little
behind!' 'I see,' I said, 'and it had something to do with pint pots,
I have no doubt.' So he sat down on a seat, which was wet, owing to
there being a drizzle on, and as it seemed silly for me to stand
whilst he was sitting, I sat down likewise.
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