"That was merely a passing reference. There was something else which reminded me of Mr. Boag. Something which reminded me of something which reminded me of something which remind—I remember now. We were talking of white rats. You were pretending not to hate them. You were trying to deceive me. Your pretendings don’t take me in the leastest bit, so you may just as well chuck them up. Be honest. Be a man. Stand up like an English gentleman. Say what you feel about them. Do not fear to shock my virgin ears because——" "How old are you, James?" I hoped that my simple, honest, obvious wonder would disarm the question of its point. The lady gazed upon me with an air of bland surprise. "That is a question," she answered, with great gravity, "which I never discuss. It isn’t fair to Fatty. _Do_ sit down. Was it sugar and no milk, you said; or milk and no sugar? And will you have hysterics if Sunshine joins the circle? He always breakfasts with his mother. Oh, de minna, tinna, tooney Sunshine, den." Sunshine was a rat—the whitest and roundest and fattest of them all. * * * * * I, nevertheless, contrived to breakfast well. Sunshine’s mistress was thoughtful enough to curtail the radius of that minna, tinna, tooney animal’s accustomed beat: with the result that I was able to keep my seat. And his mistress stayed him with dainties and prattled cheerfully upon a variety of strange subjects. It was no good waiting breakfast for Fatty, she explained, because Fatty’s "call" was a "midder." "And what in heaven’s name," I demanded, "may a ’midder’ be?" "That," explained James, "is what Fatty calls an ’obstetric term.’ When people have babies, you know. Do you know what ’B.B.A.’ means?" I didn’t. "That’s another trade expression. It stands for ’Born Before Arrival,’ and it’s what you always pray for, because it saves a lot of time, and they have to pay you just the same. Our fee is half a guinea, and you can pay it by instalments if you like. But if it is your first baby we charge a guinea, because your husband is a lot more trouble to us, and he is not always sober. And whatever the fee, we do our very best for you, and pride ourselves on our results; but as we get about seven ’midders’ every day, we are not able to make so many compliments as we did in Norfolk.... Fatty calls it his Automatic Delivery System." The girl, as she spoke, looked very "nice" and English: she was feeding Sunshine from a fork. I began to wonder whether it was actually possible that she did not realise the horrible impropriety of her conversation. As an Englishman, I knew my duty. That duty was to represent to her in suitable terms that her conduct was abandoned and impure. But the religious duty of causing maidens to blush is one which is best performed by the Righteous, who perform it so well and often.... I concealed my horror.