W. Pett Ridge

“ Take care I don't 'ave you up in the lor courts, my gel! If I wasn't a good-tempered chap, I should simply up with me fist and—"
"Stop that!" commanded Mord Em'ly.
"I'm only speaking theoretically," he explained
"Mord Em'ly's got a chance now," said Miss Gilliken, "that may never occur again, and if you dare to stand in her way I shall consider that you're no man."
"My word!" said Mr. Wetherell threateningly "If you wasn't a woman I'd spoil your face for you. I'm a chap of wonderful even temper, and jest because of that some of you think you can say what you like to me. ”

“ I know you only too well.) If you like, dear, I'll go with you, and see the man; but you must make up your mind what to do in spite of anything he may say. (Another black eye, Sarah Waters? Lucky for you you've only got two.) "
The next morning, Mord Em'ly and Lieutenant Gilliken, after breakfast in the barracks, went by tram, and called on Mr. Wetherell. Mr. Wetherell lived in a street off London Road, Greenwich, and his landlady, who was rather a dusty-looking old lady, in a very tired crape bonnet, said ambiguously that Wetherell was in and he wasn't in. ”

“ If a man or a woman behaved straight to him, he behaved straight to them; if they behaved crooked, he behaved crooked. That was him, all the world over. Mr. Wetherell added that if he were then and there to undertake to write his own epitaph, he would simply take a pen, dip it in the ink, seat himself at the table and write these words: "He was as open as the day." Unfortunately, it appeared that there were people about who did not appreciate all this. The dusty old landlady came forward at this point, and asked whether Mr. ”