The simple tale of Susan Aked by Anonymous

Author:Anonymous [Anonymous ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-03-17T23:33:33+00:00

CHAPTER IV. THE TADPOLES, ETC

We slept long and soundly after our exploits of the night, and it was already near noon before either of us awoke. Lucia cried out when, on looking at my watch, she saw what the time was, and without waiting to give me any more caresses, she fled to her room, bidding me at the same time to be quick with my toilet.

On going downstairs Martha met me in the breakfast room, and looked all astonishment.

'My goodness, child,' said she, 'whatever makes you so late this morning? I went to see why you were not up. It gave me quite a turn when you did not come down at your usual hour. I could not but think of your poor, dear papa, who died in his sleep. But when I saw you and Miss Lucia sleeping so calmly in one another's arms, and saw by your bosoms rising and falling that it was only natural sleep, I left off being frightened. Ah, you did look a pretty pair. I could have wished, though, instead of Miss Lucia, I had seen a handsome young husband in your bed, who on waking would have given his pretty bird a sweet wakening, as young, active husbands always wake their wives.'

As she was saying these last few words Lucia came into the room.

'What was that you were saying, Mrs. Warmart, about young husbands waking their wives?' said she.

'I was just telling Miss Susan how I wished you had been her young man, Miss, when I saw the two of you so fast asleep this morning when I went to call her, and I was a-saying that if you had been, you would have waked her in a way she would have dearly liked.'

'Ah, true enough. So I would, and I can tell you, Mrs. Warmart, that when I saw how nicely Susan is made, I wished I was a young man myself last night, twenty times.'

'Ah, well, young ladies!' replied Martha, laughing, but still sufficiently seriously. 'You must not let your imaginations run away too much with you. Young men are not to be trusted, remember, and temptation comes very often when one is least on one's guard, and what is pleasure at first often ends in pain at last.'

'Yes, Mrs. Warmart, that I believe is true enough! But now have you any breakfast for us? I am hungry enough to feel that I could gobble up Susan, and if I let my hunger get the better of me I would make a complete end of her, which is more than the young man would do.'

Martha laughed and quickly put our breakfast on the table. Lucia and I, famished with our long fast, gladly fell to, and we both ate heartily.

Ah, now I feel better, Susan. How do you feel this morning? None the worse, I hope, for our delicious tete-a-tete last night?'

'All the better, I think,' said I, 'only I feel rather stretched in the thigh joints.'

'So do I,' said Lucia, 'now that comes from want of practice.

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