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him to oblige his sister’s voluptuous propensities, for she was a hot old girl, and actually made love tomy Bob, which I repaid by spooning Mr. McLachlan, and as neither of us were jealous it paid very well. I don’t know how much the old woman gave him; I had nearly £50 from Mr. James, and gave it all to Bob to bank, but the faithless wretch has run away to New Zealand with all the money and another girl, and left me still chambermaid at the hotel.’

    Now, my darling sister, I must end this long letter, and trust some other time to tell you more, and only add that we all wish you were here.
    Your affectionate brother,
    FRED

    *  The first edition, printed in 1881, was limited to 150 copies.

BOUND FOR INDIA
ON BOARD A P & O STEAMER
from THE CABINET OF VENUS

    A FTER A ROUGH start from Southampton, which kept most of the passengers below for three or four days, we got some fine weather, and found that among our number were three brides; one having been married only two days before we sailed, and the other two within the last fortnight. It is with one of the latter, I may say, more experienced ones, that I got mixed up with in a little midnight adventure during the twenty-four hours we were at anchor off Malta.
    This good lady, Mrs. M was barely eighteen, with a pretty face, short, but well-knit figure, and as plump a little partner as any man could wish for.
    The spooning on board of all three of these married couples was painful to behold, and with such limited space as a steamer affords, we could not give them that solitude they longed for, and it was not until we were running into Malta harbour that their spirits and hopes began to rise.
    On arrival, off we bachelors rushed with our little baggage to the nearest hotel, got our rooms, and roamed all the afternoon about Malta, dining mostly at the club, then going to the opera.
    At the opera were all our fellow passengers, including Mrs. M and her well-built hubby, a captain in an infantry regiment.
    After the opera I returned to my hotel, not feeling well enough to enjoy a round of Malta at midnight. I was not long tumbling into my virtuous couch, and had just put out the candle when I heard the door of the next room open and two people enter.
    Judge of my amusement when I discovered that the wall between us consisted only of thin canvas, papered over, and that it was almost possible to hear, even a pin dropping in the next room, and that its occupants were Mrs. M and her husband.
    After a few remarks to each other about the opera, Malta, etc., during which I could hear they were undressing, I heard Captain M say,‘I don’t think we will put the candle out just yet.’
    Which was answered by a laugh, followed immediately by a short scuffle and ‘Oh, don’t, dear.’
    It was not hard to determine that their bed was next to the canvas wall, and so within a few inches of mine.
    ‘Oh! don’t, dear,’ seemed to have no effect, for after some rustling, and a few minutes silence, Mrs M began to breathe heavily, and broke out into murmurings of ‘Oh! oh! darling, you will kill me,’ and deep sighs proclaimed her to be suffering the most exquisite pain, and by the soft noise I heard at intervals I knew that Captain M was giving his young bride a kiss which once a woman experiences is never forgotten.
    After a most prolonged kiss, in which Mrs. M must have rolled all over the bed, and tried its bearing powers to the utmost, she exclaimed.
    ‘Fred, darling, do stop now, or I will faint.’
    Fred laughed and said, ‘Girls only faint for want of it, never when they are having it, so I will revive you.’
    Mrs M laughed and said, ‘Oh! don’t hurt me, will you? and be very gentle.’
    After some rustling, and ‘Oh! do be gentle – that hurts me. Oh! oh! darling. Oh! oh-h-h-h,’ and the regular creak from the bed, I knew Master F, was in ‘the very lists of love’, and that his kissing had somewhat excited him, for the exclamations came quicker and