“Temper!” ses George, turning on her.  “I’ve done with you, I wouldn’t marry you if you was the on’y gal in the world.  I wouldn’t marry you if you paid me.”

“Oh, indeed!” ses Gerty; “but if you think you can get out of it like that you’re mistaken.  I’ve lost my young man through you, and I’m not going to lose you too.  I’ll send my two big cousins round to see you to-morrow.”

“They won’t put up with no nonsense, I can tell you,” ses Mrs. Mitchell.

She called the boys to her, and then she and Gerty, arter holding their ’eads very high and staring at George, went off and left ’im alone.  He went straight off ’ome, counting ’is money all the way and trying to make it more, and, arter telling Bob ’ow he’d been treated, and trying hard to get ’im to go shares in his losses, packed up his things and cleared out, all boiling over with temper.

Bob was so dazed he couldn’t make head or tail out of it, but ’e went round to see Gerty the first thing next morning, and she explained things to him.

“I don’t know when I’ve enjoyed myself so much,” she ses, wiping her eyes, “but I’ve had enough gadding about for once, and if you come round this evening we’ll have a nice quiet time together looking at the furniture shops.”