As he found no maidenhead, he asked his rustic friend if she had any sweethearts among the country lads, to which she replied, smiling and shaking her head: 'No, no, Susan Flipper she had a sweetheart and she let him shove his cock into her, and she had a child and it gave her a great deal of trouble, — no, no sweethearts for me, thank you!'
'But what do you do, my precious, for something instead of a cock, and how do you happen to have lost your maidenhead?'
'Well, I don't know much about a maidenhead,' was the reply, 'but when I feel queer like, I get a carrot and ram it into me, into the slit between my thighs, that you've got your ringers in; and it makes me feel so nice-only one day I did it rather too hard, and burst through something and hurt myself.'
'Let's see,' said the astute Robert, as he turned the damsel over on her hands and knees, and pulling open the lips of her cunt, took a deliberate inspection, 'I can manage to give you a deal more pleasure than you can get from a carrot, Nelly (if that's your name) and without any risk of getting you with child.'
'Could you really now,' said the simple country girl. 'Is your cock quite harmless, then?' she asked.
'Certainly,' replied Robert, uncovering about nine inches of a wholesome looking and decidedly thickish prick, 'you perceive my dear, that if you go down on your hands and knees and I just shove in the red end of this machine, no harm can possibly happen to you; it is only when a girl is laid down on her back-with her thighs open, and her sweetheart gets atop of her and shoves the whole length of his tool up her that she gets big with child.'
'Ah, I know that's true enough,' replied Nelly, 'for Susan Flipper told me, that was the way her John got her down in the cow house, one day when she was milking, and what's more, she said he nearly split her arse up.'
'There's no fear of that with me, my pretty Nelly,' said Robert coaxingly.
'If you'll just go down on your hands and knees-on that soft mossy bank, I'll fuck you very gently, and will neither split your arse nor get you with child.'
'Well, you are a nice-looking civil young gentleman,' replied the rustic lass, 'and your cock is certainly an uncommon nice one, and a big one, — I only hope it is not too big, and so-'
'And so, I may! Isn't that what you mean to say, my pet?' interrupted Robert.
Then, taking consent for granted, he placed the strong well-shaped girl on all fours, with her jolly rump prominently stuck out, and the whole of her regalia completely displayed. As she was pretty tight, he at first kept tolerably well to his promise about not going further into her than the knob, but every shove made a difference, and by the time he had got to the fifth push, he was in up to the hilt, simply as far as his weapon would go.
Nelly did not reproach him greatly for his perfidy, on the contrary, she wriggled her bottom about, and even shoved it out to meet his furious lunges so that Master Robert enjoyed himself even more than he expected to do. That Nelly did the same may be pretty well inferred from the fact that when he was spunking into her, she was actually sinking under him with pleasurable emotion.
The young woman's first remark upon getting up was: 'Well now, I must get home to mother, or she'll wonder where I am. I don't know, young man, whether you kept very strictly to your word as to the amount of prick you just put into me, but I felt as if you put a deuce of a length!
How some ever, it was all very nice; and if you should happen to be passing this way, some other time, I am generally somewhere about, and if you don't see me, any of the lads or lasses working hereabouts will be able to tell you where to find me. That is if you want to do so, because perhaps you think one go is enough, and you are tired of me already.'
Robert gallantly assured her that this was far from being the case, and took a most affectionate leave of her; at least, if giving her a crown piece to buy a new bonnet, while his fingers were groping about her rump, is a fair proof of affection on the part of the young man.
Then he pursued his way towards the farm house, which he never would have had the slightest difficulty in finding without any guidance; secretly congratulating himself that whether he succeeded or not, in doing any business for his master, he had managed a very nice little bit of amusement for himself. So far so good. Entering the farm house, he at once accosted a jolly looking dame, whom he correctly enough supposed to be Mother Fielding, asked permission to sit down and the favour of a drink of milk.
The old lady perceiving at once, from his neat plain groom's dress, and the cockade in his hat, that he was some superior gentleman's servant, and propitiated probably by his good looks, not only asked him to rest himself, but put before him a tankard of strong ale, and some bread and cheese, remarking that it would be hard if Fielding's Farm could not afford a tired stranger a mouthful of beer.
'Then this is Fielding's Farm, is it?' said the apparently astonished Robert, 'and you are the Mrs. Fielding, mother of that beautiful young lady the officers at the barracks are always talking about.'
Mrs. Fielding acknowledged that she was the mother of the young lady in question, not without a deal of conscious pride at hearing Rosa so described, remarking however that it was like the officers' impudence, to be so free in talking about her daughter.
'But I suppose,' concluded the old lady, 'it is all the same to them, my daughter or somebody else's.'
'Truly madam, I fear you are not far wrong,' said the moral Robert, 'our young gentlemen are rather too free both in their conversation and manners, but in the case of so very distinguished a beauty, as I hear Miss Fielding is, little talk comes natural. Besides, madam, in this case it is quite excusable, as report does say that your daughter is going to make a high marriage.'
'People should mind their own business and not tell lies about other folk's affairs,' said Mrs. Fielding, remembering Mr. Bonham's admonitions on the subject of silence and secrecy.
'Ah, well, if it is a lie,' replied the astute Robert, making his point at once, 'I'll correct it-whenever I hear it-and mention my authority.'
'Not but what Rosa could be if she choose,' interposed the old dame, 'of course such things are generally unlikely.'
'Very unlikely,' here interrupted Robert, in order to interrupt her, irritate her and lead her on.
'But there are exceptions to every rule, and my girl Rosa, who is as good as she is pretty, may be an exception in this case. Mind, I don't say she is!'
'Oh, of course not!' interposed the military groom, 'and that's exactly the reason she has gone to London, I suppose!'
'Why, not exactly to be married,' replied Mrs. Fielding, forgetting all about concealment in her own satisfaction, and drawn on by her guest's confident manner, 'not to be married just yet. You see, though Rosa has been well brought up, yet a little London polish is desirable to fit her for the high station she will occupy.'
'Oh, of course,' replied Robert, in a matter-of-fact way, as if he knew all about it, and highly approved, but thinking to himself all the while: 'You are a nice soft old lady, and if you let out this secret to every one as easily as you let it out to me, it will very soon be parish news. But your ale is good at any rate, so here's your good health, ma'am.'
This last remark was uttered aloud and acknowledged.
'Oh, I am afraid that you are a dreadful set up at the barracks, young man. You are in service to one of the gentlemen, I see. Pray, who may he be?'
'Only acting as officer's servant, madam,' replied her guest, 'you know the officers are at liberty to choose the smartest and best lookingahem- of the men, to act as servants for them.'
'Certainly,' said the fanner's wife, 'why not? And who are you with at present?'