ARM ROUND MY WAIST.]

"Keep 'er out," I ses.

"Wot do you want?" ses my missus, trembling with passion. "Wot do you
think you're doing?"

"I want my 'usband, Bill," ses the woman.

My missus put her 'and to her throat and came in without a word, and the
woman follered 'er. If I hadn't kept my presence o' mind and shut the
door two or three more would 'ave come in too.

I went into the kitchen about ten minutes arterwards to see 'ow they was
getting on. Besides which they was both calling for me.

"Now then!" ses my missus, who was leaning up against the dresser with
'er arms folded, "wot 'ave you got to say for yourself walking in as bold
as brass with this hussy?"

"Bill!" ses the woman, "did you hear wot she called me?"

She spoke to me like that afore my wife, and in two minutes they was at
it, hammer and tongs.

Fust of all they spoke about each other, and then my missus started
speaking about me. She's got a better memory than most people, because
she can remember things that never 'appened, and every time I coughed she
turned on me like a tiger.