''Sticky, wouldn''t you say, sir?'' ''Too sticky,'' said Mr Ibbs. ''You think so?''
Mr Ibbs gave a nod. Gentleman said, ''You think perhaps I should go, make it simpler?'' ''Are you mad?'' I said. ''Can''t you see, he''ll still do anything for his money? Don''t let him go! He''ll send for Dr Christie.'' ''Don''t let him go,'' said Maud, to Mrs Sucksby. ''Don''t you think of going anywhere,'' said Mrs Sucksby, to Gentleman.~本~作~品~由~思~兔~網~提~供~線~上~閱~讀~
He shrugged, his colour rising. ''You wanted me to leave, two minutes ago!''
''I have changed my mind.'' She looked at Mr Ibbs; who looked away.
Gentleman took off his coat. ''Fuck me,'' he said, as he did it; and he laughed, not nicely. ''It''s too warm for work like this.''
''Fuck you,'' I said. ''You fucking villain. You do what Mrs Sucksby says, all right?''
''Like you,'' he answered, hanging his coat on a chair. ''Yes.''
He snorted. ''You poor little bitch.''
''Richard,'' said Maud. She had got to her feet and was leaning upon the table. She said, ''Listen to me. Think of all the filthy deeds you''ve ever done. This will be the worst, and will gain you nothing.'' ''What will?'' said John.
But Gentleman snorted again. ''Tell me,'' he said to Maud, ''when you first started learning to be kind. What''s it to you, what Sue
knows?—Dear me, how you blush! Not that thing, still? And do