‘Oysters? Are you sure? Well! And there I was, thinking she was your
sergeant’s
bit of fluff!’
‘Not very ladylike language, Dorcas,’ Joe said automatically. ‘Good God! I mean – well, well! As you say! To tell the truth, I think my sergeant
was
fond of her, but I’ll tell you something else, child. He’s had a lucky escape. She wasn’t the girl for
him
! Though, come to think of it – she may be
exactly
the girl for Mathurin.’