of hot sperm gushed over my tightly fitting kid glove. Papa sighed deliciously. His head reclined on my shoulder. He had succumbed to the excitement of the scene.
The voices of the strange couple in the bedroom at length aroused us both.
'I want to know what else that girl at the school told you, Lucy. Didn't she say she had two brothers? Now don't hide anything from me, my girl. You know I'll not tell mother, and you had better tell me all about it.'
'Well, so I will, father, if you won't be cross. Amy says she has two brothers, both older than her, and that they taught her all she knows about-about diddles-and things.'
'I suppose they had nice little games between all three?'
'Yes, but not at first. It was her younger brother, Fred, who began it, she says. He got her into the wood behind their house. They live in the country, you know-and there he pulled up her clothes and made her let him put his fingers to her slit. Then he showed her his thing and she found it got so stiff and big when she touched it! After a time, the elder brother found them out and he wanted to play at it too.'
'Well, Lucy, and then, I suppose, they began in earnest?'
'Yes, they did. The elder brother had a much larger diddle than Fred. One day he got Amy down in a quiet corner of their garden, and I do believe he would have pushed it quite into her little pussy, but it came on to rain, and while they were sheltering in the greenhouse the gardener caught them. Amy says she is sure he saw what they were doing. Alexander was the name of her big brother and he ran away, but the gardener stopped her. He explained to her why Alex could not push his diddle into her slit. He said that she had an egg there like all very young girls, and that he ought to have the egg broken, and that she would be quite a woman and able to play with the boys and even with the men. She was very much obliged to him for explaining all about it to her. She told me she felt very grateful to him so that when he offered to break the egg for her, she thought how kind it was of him. She told me that the gardener locked the door of the greenhouse and put her on some hay in a wheelbarrow. Then he let down his trousers and showed her his diddle-'
'You mean his prick-don't you, Lucy?'
'Yes, it must have been his prick-like yours. Well, he let it out for her to look at she said, 'Oh, such a whopper! And all red at the top!' He took her in his arms and pulled up her clothes. Then he pushed his diddle-I mean his prick-up between her thighs and right into her little slit. Amy says he was not long doing it, but that it hurt dreadfully-only she is sure that he broke the egg because she felt the yolk all running down her legs when he had done.'
During the edifying history, papa and I had found it very difficult to restrain our risible tendencies; we were quite relieved when the tender parent began once more to tumble and caress his charming daughter.
Her naive and innocent story had evidently had its effect, for his limb stood up wickedly in front of him as he pulled the girl roughly from the bed. He passed his lewd hands all over her Hebe-like figure. He was especially attracted by her rosy buttocks. Bending her face- downwards on the side of the bed, he pressed himself against her back. We saw his rampant member protruding beneath her soft little belly. Then he adjusted its nut to the pretty slit. Slowly and carefully he conducted his outrageous assault, till at last he contrived to sheath the greater part of the instrument in her vagina. Regardless then of her complaints, he pushed in until the spasmodic vibrations of his loins told that his climax had been attained. Whether he had broken an egg or no, we had no means of ascertaining; certain it was, however, that poor Lucy's legs were covered with something which might have passed for a very pale yolk.
Chapter 9
Lord Endover was away still on his moor in the North. I was again at Chitterlings. It is true the fine air had done me good, but my residence had not been productive of unmixed advantages.
On the contrary, I suffered from a nausea for which I could only account in one way. The maids in the laundry I thought eyed me as I passed. I even caught two of them exchanging remarks which evidently concerned me. The old housekeeper took an unusual interest in my movements. I thought she looked upon me with a more patronizing smile than ever. What did it all mean? True, there was an irregularity which we were falsely taught became the mitigated inheritance of Mother Eve. The truth, I think, only very gradually dawned upon me-I own I was frightened as doubt became certainly, so that one morning I sat down at my writing table and penned these lines to the Earl:
You have so often and so pointedly asked for news-news which might very naturally be joyful to us both, and I have so often had to disappoint you that I tremble and hesitate on the present occasion lest I may raise hopes only to have the mortification of dispelling them in a subsequent letter. It will however, I know, be a source of keen satisfaction to you, my dear husband, to hear that I have the strongest possible reasons for believing that your wishes are likely to be gratified. That in fact I am in a condition, at length, to become a mother. So you see, gallant man, that you are a dangerous bedfellow. How shall I forgive you for the mischief you have wrought?
My letter brought a prompt reply. The Earl followed. The local medical attendant was consulted. It was soon an open secret that the Countess of Endover was likely-after all-to provide an heir, or at least an heiress, to the noble Earl, her husband. At first, the news was only whispered through the house. It spread to the domain. It reached the country town. It leaked out in a hundred different little undercurrents. At last it fell with a crash upon the expectant cousin and the three sisters of the Earl. They fairly groaned in vexation. Then they fell one upon another. At length all three turned round on the unhappy cousin. What might have happened I know not, but fortunately a paragraph in Society Peeps made the matter no longer a source of private inquiry. The necessity for the exercise of a dignity they really did not possess obliged them to show a bold front. They received the sarcastic congratulations of the crowd with calm. If they inwardly raged at the disappointment, they were too well-bred to let it appear.
The only one who could not be persuaded to open her lips to the outside public, or to show any particular interest in the event, was Mrs. Hodge, but she returned the warm pressure of my hand with a satisfied shake of the head, accompanied by an expression of stolid conviction which was irresistibly comic, as she whispered softly: 'I knowed it, I did! Your ladyship did right to try my Jock!'
'Ah, my dear Lady Endover, I am so very glad to see you! You do me too much honor. And your excellent papa, Lord L also! Well! So you have come to hear all the interesting facts-all the truths, and I fear-between ourselves-a fair, or unfair, proportion of lies also-at Bow Street. You will both stay and take a chop with me when the court rises-a loin chop, of course! Not a chump chop. Ah! You are both so good-how jolly! So glad to see you again! Here, Williams, go off to Mrs. W at once and get six best loin chops. What! Not eat two? Well to be sure! But your unexpected visit has given me quite an extra appetite.'
'Really, Sir Langham, it is deliciously refreshing to see you so sprightly and gay-it does one's heart good.'
'Ah, my dear young lady-you are too kind! Pardon me-I mean Lady Endover. I don't think there is much crime on the list today. Some of the ordinary kind-a wife pounded to death-a case or two of bigamy. Ah, Lady Endover, if they were all like you, we should hear no more of bigamy. That is-well-it depends of course-on- who was first-ha, ha! I'm a sad dog! You must excuse me. Lord L- knows we were both boys once. Then there's a sad case-a young fellow charged with forgery. Then-let me see-oh-now that won't do for you. It's a nasty case, but it won't take long. My clerk tells me the evidence is very strong and I think the culprit will plead guilty. You must not be in court while that is on. I'll tell them to put it first on the list. It's a way I have sometimes just to disappoint that objectionable class of fashionables who come down here for such garbage as this.'
Sir Langham Beamer drew papa a little aside-putting a fat finger in a buttonhole of his coat. Then he whispered hoarsely-so hoarsely that I heard all plainly:
'Case of indecent exposure-fellow has been at it for months. His plan was to stand at the entrance to a yard in a quiet street and then when a chance offered, he lugged out his-you know-and wagged it at any likely woman who passed.'
'Did he really? How dreadful.'
'Oh, we have lots of that kind of thing here. Why, only last year I had a really serious case before me and sent it for trial. It was a woman who stripped an unfortunate fellow down and then deliberately amputated his-well,
