“You’ve got it,” said Dawes, “an’ I reckon Morelly had it an’ all.”
“Well, I’ll be jiggered!” said the mutual friend. “An’was it a proper tart?”
“Tart, God blimey — yes!”
“How do you know?”
“Oh,” said Dawes, “I reckon he spent th’ night — ”
There was a good deal of laughter at Paul’s expense.
“But who WAS she? D’you know her?” asked the mutual friend.