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The concert had long been over and the room was less crowded when Thomas sauntered back to the pair. "Well, good-night," he said. "Guess you can find your way home, Mr. Hamilton;" and he gave Joe a long wink. "Goo'-night," said Joe, woozily, "I be a' ri'. Goo'-night." "Make it another 'skey," was Hattie's farewell remark. It was late the next morning when Joe got home.
"I don't believe it," said Mrs. Silk, playfully. "Like t' sit 'ere all night," repeated Mr. Wilks, somewhat sternly. "All nex' day, all day after, day after that, day " Mrs. Silk eyed him softly. "Why would you like to sit here all that time?" she inquired, in a low voice. "B'cause," said Mr. Wilks, simply, "b'cause I don't feel's if I can stand. Goo'-night."
"Hinde, woman, Hinde!..." She moved away from him as if he had uttered some perfectly commonplace remark. "Very well," she said, "it'll be 'am an' eggs for breakfis. I'm glad you chose them, because we ain't got nothink else in the 'ouse. Goo'-night, all!" She went out of the room, but hardly had she shut the door behind her, when she opened it again. "'Ere's the Creams 'ome again!" she said.
"That's all I wanted to know," said Lizzie. "It'll be 'am an' eggs. Goo'-night, Mr. MacDermott!" "Good-night, Lizzie," John murmured. "Goo'-night, Mr. 'Inde!" "Come here!" said Hinde. She came across the room and stood beside him. He took hold of her chin. "If you hadn't such a rotten accent," he said, "I'd marry you!" She giggled. "You do myke me laugh, Mr. 'Inde!" she said.
It was perfectly evident that "Miss Sheila" was tormented by the look, by the eyes, by the hand, by the very presence of the boy. She pressed her lips tight, drew her fine arched brows together, and twisted her fingers. "I'll go home," he asserted obstinately, "when you tell me a proper goo'-night not before." Her eyes glittered. "Shall I tell Carthy to turn you out, Jim?" He smiled triumphantly.
If you're waking, call me early there's many a black, black eye, Horrex, but none so black as mine. Call me at eleven-fifteen, bringing with you this gentleman's blood in a bottle. Goo'-night, go to bye-bye. . . ." By the fleeting light of a street-lamp I saw his head drop forward, and a minute later he was gently snoring.
I'd I'd do anyfink for you." "In that case," I said, "you may give me my hat and cheer up." She obeyed both commands, and then, still sniffing, valiantly marched to the front door and opened it for me to go out. "Goo'-night, sir," she said. "Good-night, Gertrude," I replied; and leaving her standing on the step I set off down the street.
"Goo'-night," he said, "Goo'-night. I'll go now." He swaggered out as though she had given him a rose. The barmaid put her hand beneath her apron and rubbed it. Cosme laughed a little at the quaint action. "Do they give you lots of trouble, Miss Arundel?" he asked her sympathetically. She looked at him. But her attitude was not so simple and friendly as it had been.
"Goo'-night all!" A few minutes later, Cream tapped on their door and, in response to Hinde's "Come in!" entered. He greeted Hinde lavishly, and then turned to John. "Well, my boy," he said, "what do you think of her? Great, isn't she? Absolute eye-opener, that's what she is, I knew you'd be struck dumb by her. That's the effect she has on people. Paralyses them. Lays 'em out.
"I don't believe it," said Mrs. Silk, playfully. "Like t' sit 'ere all night," repeated Mr. Wilks, somewhat sternly. "All nex' day, all day after, day after that, day " Mrs. Silk eyed him softly. "Why would you like to sit here all that time?" she inquired, in a low voice. "B'cause," said Mr. Wilks, simply, "b'cause I don't feel's if I can stand. Goo'-night."
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