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"I'm a forting to the public-'ouse, I am, an' it's the on'y pleasure I 'ave in my life, cuss it." The sight of money had a genial effect on her nature, for she held the candle at the head of the stairs, as they went down, so that they should not break their heads. As they arrived safely, they saw the light vanish, and heard the sick woman singing, "The Last Rose of Summer."
They was just back from a v'y'ge and 'ad taken a nice room together in Wapping, and for the fust day or two, wot with 'aving plenty o' money to spend and nothing to do, they was like three brothers. Then, in a little, old-fashioned public-'ouse down Poplar way, one night they fell out over a little joke Ginger played on Sam.
They was just back from a v'y'ge and 'ad taken a nice room together in Wapping, and for the fust day or two, wot with 'aving plenty o' money to spend and nothing to do, they was like three brothers. Then, in a little, old-fashioned public-'ouse down Poplar way, one night they fell out over a little joke Ginger played on Sam.
You never 'eard such a noise in this 'ere public-'ouse afore or since; everybody shouting their 'ardest, and Bill Chambers stamping up and down the room as if he'd gone right out of his mind. "Silence!" ses Mr. Smith, at last. "Silence! How dare you make that noise in my 'ouse, giving it a bad name? Bob Pretty 'as won it fair and square. Nothing could ha' been fairer.
He let 'im go at last, and after first making him pay the cab-man took 'im along till they came to a public-'ouse and made 'im pay for drinks. They stayed there till nearly eleven o'clock, and then Bill set off home 'olding the unfortunit Peter by the scruff o' the neck, and wondering out loud whether 'e ought to pay 'im a bit more or not.
Some people used to wink when 'e talked like that, but I didn't: I remembered a dog that took a fancy to old Sam Small and Ginger Dick and Peter Russet once in just the same way. It was one night in a little public-'ouse down Commercial Road way.
"I didn't take 'im at fast, but when I did I gave a laugh that brought in two more customers to see wot was the matter. Then I took 'im by the arm arter a little trouble and, taking 'im back to the wharf, explained my meaning to 'im. "'I know the very man, I ses. 'He comes into a public-'ouse down my way sometimes.
He'd have given you the life that you'd have been happy in. This public-'ouse ain't suited to you." Esther turned round and her eyes met her husband's. There was a strange remoteness in his look, and they seemed very far from each other. "I was brought up to think so differently," she said, her thoughts going back to her early years in the little southern seaside home.
Bob Pretty said he was a Briton, and arter a little more talk Peter asked 'im to go and 'ave a pint with 'im to show that there was no ill-feeling. They came into this 'ere Cauliflower public-'ouse like brothers, and in less than ten minutes everybody was making as much fuss o' Bob Pretty as if 'e'd been the best man in Claybury.
"You'll find a lot of chaps that don't hold with books. Dessay you've met 'em?" Paul laughed, precipient of irony. Barney Bill continued: "I've heard some on 'em say: 'What's the good of books? Give me nature, and they goes and asks for it at the public-'ouse. Most say nothing at all, but just booze." "Like father," said Paul. "Eh?" cried his friend sharply. "Sam Button, what married mother."
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