There have been complaints about her on all sides. You see what has happened? The wretched girl has broken the glass of my photograph and, not being willing to come forward and admit it in an honest, manly way, has taken the thing off and concealed it somewhere.”
“Ho!” said the policeman, still working through the drinking-chorus.
“Well, ask her. Go down and ask her.”
“You go down and ask her,” said the policeman to the parlourmaid. “If it’s going to make him any happier.”
The parlourmaid left the room, casting a pestilential glance at me over her shoulder as she went. I’m not sure she didn’t say “Ho!” too. And then there was a bit