Captain Torrant coolly remarked to that-that Eliza was perfectly acquainted with that peculiarity, and did not wish to have him otherwise, that he had rogered her well both back and front and believed that he had got her with child, that he was going to marry her in a fortnight, and would be very glad to see Lady Forepart at the wedding.
Finally drawing his prick out of her, before the exhausted lady could remonstrate, with a very creditable, and indeed unusual effort of lustful strength, he invaded (apparently her maiden) rectum. This produced a single scream, followed by a storm of sobs, tears, reproaches, from the now thoroughly finished widow; when, after
receiving a half a dozen hard slaps on her outraged buttocks, she spent copiously, despite herself. Then she upped and ordered her carriage and took herself off, without saying good night to her host or any of his guests.
Rosa did not go home to Mrs. Moreen that night, nor indeed anymore.
Like a wise girl, she considered that 'a bird in hand was worth two in the bush' and that the offer of a handsome income from his Lordship was worth more than the prospect-rather an uncertain one-of becoming Mrs. Bonham.
That gentleman however behaved like a trump (so Mrs. Moreen considered at any rate), and consoled himself with keeping a neat little villa at Twickenham, and pretty frequent visits to Mrs. Goater's establishment. That amiable lady still flourishes, and keeps around her the same delightful family of young ladies-or some very like them.
Captain Torrant was happily married to his cousin Eliza, and was almost as faithful a husband as could be reasonably expected from one of his natural character, and exposure to such temptations as were to be found in the attractions of the Earl of Longbowles' establishment and Mrs. Goater's.
And now as we have accounted for the fate of the principal characters in our short story, we will bid our indulgent readers a cordial farewell.
