Remarkable fancy they was. You gentlemen on the top floor does very
much as you likes, but it do seem to me, sir, droppin' a walkin'-stick down
five flights o' stairs an' then goin' down four abreast to pick it up again at
half-past two in the mornin', singin' 'Bring back the whiskey, Willie
darlin','--not once or twice, but scores o' times,--isn't charity to the other
tenants. What I say is, 'Do as you would be done by.' That's my motto."
"Of course! of course! I'm afraid the top floor isn't the quietest in the
house."
"I make no complaints, sir. I have spoke to Mr. Heldar friendly, an' he
laughed, an' did me a picture of the missis that is as good as a coloured
print. It 'asn't the high shine of a photograph, but what I say is, 'Never look
a gift-horse in the mouth."'Mr. Heldar's dress-clothes 'aven't been on him for
weeks."
"Then it's all right," said Torpenhow to himself. "Orgies are healthy, and Dick
has a head of his own, but when it comes to women making eyes I'm not so
certain,--Binkie, never you be a man, little dorglums. They're contrary brutes,
and they do things without any reason."
Dick had turned northward across the Park, but he was walking in the spirit on
the mud-flats with Maisie. He laughed aloud as he remembered the day when he
had decked Amomma's horns with the ham-frills, and Maisie, white with rage, had
cuffed him.
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