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'An' wot's more, 'e treats yer like one. I know 'oo give yer thet black eye; thet shows what 'e thinks of yer! An' serve yer bloomin' well right if 'e'd give yer one in both eyes! Mrs. Blakeston stood close in front of her, her heavy jaw protruded and the frown of her eyebrows dark and stern.
The woman from downstairs went on her knees and took her head in her arms. 'Never mind, Mrs. Blakeston. 'E's not goin' ter touch yer. 'Ere, drink this little drop of water. Then turning to Jim, with infinite disdain: 'Yer dirty blackguard, you! If I was a man I'd give you something for this. Jim put on his hat and went out, slamming the door, while the woman shouted after him: 'Good riddance!
The coachman cracked his whip, the trumpeter tootled his horn, and with a cry and a cheer from the occupants, the brake clattered down the road. As soon as Liza had recovered herself she started examining the people on the brake; and first of all she took stock of the woman whom Jim Blakeston had with him. 'This is my missus! said Jim, pointing to her with his thumb.
'It looks so bloomin' easy, said Liza, brushing up her hair, 'but I can't 'it the blasted thing. You 'ave a shot, Tom. He and Harry were equally unskilful, but Jim got three coconuts running, and the proprietors of the show began to look on him with some concern. 'You are a dab at it, said Liza, in admiration. They tried to induce Mrs. Blakeston to try her luck, but she stoutly refused.
Liza turned to Tom, who was sitting quietly by her side. 'Give us a song, old cock, she said. 'I can't, he answered. 'I'm not a singin' sort. At which Blakeston got up and offered to sing again. 'Tom is rather a soft, said Liza to herself, 'not like that cove Blakeston.
The woman recoiled at the sudden violence of the onslaught, and the men cried: 'By God, the little 'un's gettin' the best of it! But quickly recovering herself the woman closed with Liza, and dug her nails into her flesh. Liza caught hold of her hair and pulled with all her might, and turning her teeth on Mrs. Blakeston tried to bite her.
Blakeston, in an effort to tear herself away from her husband, had knocked up against the wash-hand stand, and the whole thing had crashed down. 'Go on, John, said the wife. 'No, I ain't goin'; I shan't do no good, an' 'e'll only round on me. 'Well, you are a bloomin' lot of cowards, thet's all I can say, indignantly answered the wife.
Of course she wasn't going to the theatre with him, but she didn't mind talking to him; she rather enjoyed being asked to do a thing and refusing, and she would have liked another opportunity of doing so. But he didn't come and he had said he would! 'I say, Bill, she said at last to one of the boys who was fielding close beside her, 'that there Blakeston d'you know 'im?
It was about three o'clock, and Liza was coming home from work; she got into Vere Street, and was walking quickly towards her house when she saw Mrs. Blakeston coming towards her. Her heart gave a great jump. Turning, she walked rapidly in the direction she had come; with a screw round of her eyes she saw that she was being followed, and therefore went straight out of Vere Street.
Then slowly she felt Tom's arm steal round her waist, cautiously, as though it were afraid of being there; this time both she and Tom were happy. But suddenly there was a movement on the other side of her, a hand was advanced along her leg, and her hand was grasped and gently pressed. It was Jim Blakeston.
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