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'I didn't see yer, Mr. Blakeston, she said, as he came up to her. 'Didn't yer? Well, I knew yer would; an' I was witin' for yer ter look up. I see yer before ter-day. 'Na, when? 'I passed be'ind yer as you an' thet other girl was lookin' at the advertisement of thet ply. 'I never see yer. 'Na, I know yer didn't. I 'ear yer say, you says: "I should like to see thet." 'Yus, an' I should too.
Blakeston, standing still, looked so angrily at her that she was afraid to. When she told Jim his face grew dark, and he said: 'Blast the woman! I'll give 'er wot for if she says anythin' ter you. 'Don't strike 'er, wotever 'appens, will yer, Jim? said Liza. 'She'd better tike care then! he answered, and he told her that lately his wife had been sulking, and not speaking to him.
The following evening about six o'clock, it suddenly struck her that it was the last night of the 'New and Sensational Drama'. 'I do like thet Jim Blakeston, she said to herself; 'fancy treatin' me like thet! You wouldn't catch Tom doin' sich a thing. Bli'me if I speak to 'im again, the . Now I shan't see it at all. I've a good mind ter go on my own 'ook.
She was very frightened, a cold sweat broke out over her face. If Mrs. Blakeston got hold of her she would be helpless, she was so small and weak, while the other was strong and muscular. Liza wondered what she would do if she did catch her. That night she told Jim, and tried to make a joke of it. 'I say, Jim, your missus she says she's goin' ter give me socks if she catches me. 'My missus!
'Fight it aht fair and square. Don't go scratchin' and maulin' like thet. 'I'll fight 'er, I don't mind! shouted Mrs. Blakeston, tucking up her sleeves and savagely glaring at her opponent. Liza stood in front of her, pale and trembling; as she looked at her enemy, and saw the long red marks of her nails, with blood coming from one or two of them, she shrank back.
She might so easily have come for a walk with him instead of going with that beast of a Blakeston; she wouldn't ever do anything for him, and he hated her but all the same, he was a poor foolish thing in love, and he began to feel that perhaps he had been a little exacting and a little forward to take offence.
Blakeston had called her, and when the girl had come to her mother Liza saw that she spoke angrily, and they both looked across at her. When Liza caught Mrs. Blakeston's eye she saw in her face a surly scowl, which almost frightened her; she wanted to brave it out, and stepped forward a little to go and speak with the woman, but Mrs.
'Yus, I've got ter git 'ome, said Liza, again trying to pass. 'But supposin' I don't let yer? remarked Mrs. Blakeston, preventing her from moving. 'Why don't yer leave me alone? Liza said. 'I ain't interferin' with you! 'Not interferin' with me, aren't yer? I like thet! 'Let me go by, said Liza. 'I don't want ter talk ter you.
'You ain't been dahn in the street much, 'ave yer? said Liza, by way of making the acquaintance. 'Na, answered Mrs. Blakeston, 'my youngster's been dahn with the measles, an' I've 'ad my work cut out lookin' after 'im. 'Oh, an' is 'e all right now?
She could not help thinking of her enemy's threat; it got on her nerves, and she hardly dared go out for fear of meeting her; she would look nervously in front of her, quickly turning round if she saw in the distance anyone resembling Mrs. Blakeston.
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