Roarings an' Miss 'Arringay. 'E isn't 'er style as any one could
see with 'arf an eye, but 'e's fair blinded just now. Wot an
eye-opener it'd be if 'e got to know 'er proper--met 'er frequent, so
to speak.'
'I'm afraid I don't quite understand.'
'Well, 'ere's a case in point. My sister-in-law's brother--nice young
chap 'e was too--fell in with a girl that wasn't the right one fer
'im--no clarss like,--but 'e wouldn't 'ear a word agen 'er. So my
sister-in-law thinks of a plan. She arsks both 'er brother an' the
young woman 'e was courtin' to go and spend their 'olidays with 'er at
the seaside. Which they did an'--bless yer--wot with seein' 'er every
day an' gettin' to know 'er too well 'e soon got sick o' 'er. Why,
'e'd given 'er a black eye afore the week was out. Now if Mr. Roarings
and Miss 'Arringay met frequent like that----'
'Elizabeth,' I interposed, 'mind your own business'; and I went out of
the kitchen with dignity.
Nevertheless, I was compelled to admit that she had given me an
inspiration. That girl, under a rough and unpromising exterior, has
fecundity of ideas which astonishes me. Had she been in a higher class
in life--or even able to spell--she might have been a regular
contributor to the Sunday papers.
'Henry,' I said, hurrying into the study. 'I have got a solution
regarding William's entanglement. I am going to invite Gladys to spend
a week here with us.
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