'Just a slight difference of opinion, Colonel' said Steve
Ron let out an exhausted ' Whaaat'!
Slugger replied 'Slight, 'e says, slight! If thats slight then I'm a good cook 'an I'll be praised for it' ' and then scuttered off into the kitchen mumbling to himself. He was very upset about what had happened.
'Well it had bally well stop, whatever it is!!', exclaimed the Colonel. 'I'm getting somewhat tired of bursting in on these kind of scenes and being kept in the dark about what's really gone on'
Dora, in the meantime , had run out into the yard to get away from it all. She could hear her uncle shouting the odds at all and sundry. Her Uncle's obvious distress upset her, despite what she had witnessed over the last few hours.
At that point , Cleo staggered into the kitchen looking like the proverbial dog's dinner. Earlier, she had wandered , inadvertently and in an extremely hungover state , into Slugger's bedroom , fell onto his bed and fallen asleep.
Dora saw Cleo wander bedraggled into the kitchen from the yard and knew , instinctively, that Steve could not have done the deed with Cleo. His reactions to Cleo were not of someone who was interested in her and she began to feel guilty that she had doubted him.
Dora knew in her heart that Steve had not been unfaithful, and that booze had probably got the better of Cleo. After all, Dora had sensed that Cleo was very unhappy and somewhat envious of her.
Dora went back into the kitchen with a big smile on her face and said
'Well, Steve I hope that you still wish to marry me. I'm sorry for ever having doubted you. You know, I'll never , ever , let you go'