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As he went out he paused and said over his shoulder: "Master Lewis, it would hurt the governor's feelin's if you asked him or anybody else how he got the nime of Gripes." Let a man but feel lonely, and his mind immediately harks along the back trail of the past. In his lonely week Lewis frequently found himself thinking back. It was only by thinking back that he could stay in the flat at all.
Well, as I was sayin', your father 'e used ter sy, "None of your small families for me, I don't approve of them," says 'e. 'E was a man of very 'igh principles, an' by politics 'e was a Radical. "No," says 'e, when 'e got talkin', "when a man can 'ave a family risin' into double figures, it shows 'e's got the backbone of a Briton in 'im. That's the stuff as 'as built up England's nime and glory!
Liza gave a long sigh of relief. 'That bucks you up, don't it? 'I was dry! I ain't told yer yet, Liza, 'ave I? 'E got it aht last night. 'Who d'yer mean? 'Why, 'Arry. 'E spit it aht at last. 'Arst yer ter nime the day? said Liza, smiling. 'Thet's it. 'And did yer? 'Didn't I jest! answered Sally, with some emphasis. 'I always told yer I'd git off before you. 'Yus! said Liza, thinking.
Then I waits an hour, an' out she comes with the little kids, kissin' 'em, an' the biggest little kid arsks 'er 'er nime! If she didn't know 'im, why did she kiss 'im? An' before we'd got to the corner out comes the lean 'un, lookin' like a bloomin' corpse. Something must 'ave 'appened in that old 'ouse, an' I'll keep a lookout in the People and see wot it was.
An' they look that 'andsome that they bring a penny more a bunch. An' to fancy you know 'im well I never! Wot nime was it you said?" "Harry." "Ow, I meant your surnime." "Smith," said Harry, shortly. "Smith," meditated Mr. Watlin, "I know several Smiths in Kent. You're likely one on 'em. Well, I must shake 'ands with you for the sake of Carrot Bill."
"Not yet, sir; but 'e's goin' immediate'." "Very well. You may as well let me in." Suspicious but impressed, the servant shuffled aside, and P. Sybarite brushed past him into the hallway. "Where is he?" "If you'll give me your nime, sir, I'll tell him you're 'ere." P. Sybarite hesitated.
"The cawfee-stand's in a street near it and there's a shop where I can buy things." "Apple Blossom Court!" he ejaculated. "What a name!" "There ain't no apple-blossoms there," chuckling; "nor no smell of 'em. 'T ain't as nice as its nime is Apple Blossom Court ain't." "What do you want to buy? A pair of shoes?"
Stood out agin bein' a crook as long as ever I could as long as ever I'm goin' to, I reckon, now you've got your maulers on me. I'll be on the list after this. The cops 'ull know me; and when you've got the nime well, wot's the odds? You might as well 'ave the gime as well, and git over goin' empty. All right, run me in, sir.
"Is she young and dark and rather nice to look at?" I asked. Gertie nodded. "That's 'er. She wouldn't give no nime, but that's 'er right enough." I didn't wait to ask any more questions, but putting down my hat on the hall table, I walked up to the sitting-room and tapped lightly on the door. "Come in," called out a voice. I turned the handle, and the next moment I was face to face with Sonia.
"No she didn't," said Emmeline, "she sent 'im away to be kep' by poor people, so 'er 'usbind wouldn't know where 'e was. They ill-treat 'im somethink cruel." "Wot's 'er nime?" asked Bert, thinking that it was time that so interesting a personality should be labelled. "'Er nime?" said Emmeline, thinking hard, "'er nime's Morlvera."
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