''Enough to do a flit, from her uncle''s house?''
''It''s a grim house,'' he answered, ''for a girl of her years.''
''But it''s the years that will work against you,'' said Mr Ibbs. You picked up bits and pieces of Law, of course, in a line like his. ''Till she is one-and-twenty, she shall need her uncle''s say. Take her as fast and as quiet as you like: he shall come and take her back again. You being her husband won''t count for buttons, then.''
''But her being my wife, will.—If you understand me,'' said Gentleman slyly.
Dainty looked blank. John saw her face. ''The jiggling,'' he said.
''She shall be ruined,'' said Mrs Sucksby. ''No other gent will want her, then.''
Dainty gaped more than ever.
''Never mind it,'' said Mr Ibbs, lifting his hand. Then, to Gentleman: ''It''s tricky. Uncommonly tricky.''
''I don''t say it''s not. But we must take our chances. What have we to lose? If nothing else, it will be a holiday for Sue.''♂本♂作♂品♂由♂思♂兔♂網♂提♂供♂線♂上♂閱♂讀♂
John laughed. A holiday,'' he said, ''it will be. A fucking long one, if you get caught.''