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offered to sing again.

      'Tom is rather a soft,' said Liza to herself, 'not like that cove Blakeston.'

      They repaired to the public-house to have a few last drinks before the brake started, and when the horn blew to warn them, rather unsteadily, they proceeded to take their places.

      Liza, as she scrambled up the steps, said: 'Well, I believe I'm boozed.'

      The coachman had arrived at the melancholy stage of intoxication, and was sitting on his box holding his reins, with his head bent on his chest. He was thinking sadly of the long-lost days of his youth, and wishing he had been a better man.

      Liza had no respect for such holy emotions, and she brought down her fist on the crown of his hat, and bashed it over his eyes.

      'Na then, old jellybelly,' she said, 'wot's the good of 'avin' a fice as long as a kite?'

      He turned round and smote her.

      'Jellybelly yerself!' said he.

      'Puddin' fice!' she cried.

      'Kite fice!'

      'Boss eye!'

      She was tremendously excited, laughing and singing, keeping the whole company in an uproar. In her jollity she had changed hats with Tom, and he in her big feathers made her shriek with laughter. When they started they began to sing 'For 'e's a jolly good feller', making the night resound with their noisy voices.

      Liza and Tom and the Blakestons had got a seat together, Liza being between the two men. Tom was perfectly happy, and only wished that they might go on so for ever. Gradually as they drove along they became quieter, their singing ceased, and they talked in undertones. Some of them slept; Sally and her young man were leaning up against one another, slumbering quite peacefully. The night was beautiful, the sky still blue, very dark, scattered over with countless brilliant stars, and Liza, as she looked up at the heavens, felt a certain emotion, as if she wished to be taken in someone's arms, or feel some strong man's caress; and there was in her heart a strange sensation as though it were growing big. She stopped speaking, and all four were silent. 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. She started a little and began trembling so that Tom noticed it, and whispered:

      'You're cold, Liza.'

      'Na, I'm not, Tom; it's only a sort of shiver thet went through me.'

      His arm gave her waist a squeeze, and at the same time the big rough hand pressed her little one. And so she sat between them till they reached the 'Red Lion' in the Westminster Bridge Road, and Tom said to himself: 'I believe she does care for me after all.'

      When they got down they all said good night, and Sally and Liza, with their respective slaves and the Blakestons, marched off homewards. At the corner of Vere Street Harry said to Tom and Blakeston:

      'I say, you blokes, let's go an' 'ave another drink before closin' time.'

      'I don't mind,' said Tom, 'after we've took the gals 'ome.'

      'Then we shan't 'ave time, it's just on closin' time now.' answered Harry.

      'Well, we can't leave 'em 'ere.'

      'Yus, you can,' said Sally. 'No one'll run awy with us.'

      Tom did not want to part from Liza, but she broke in with:

      'Yus, go on, Tom. Sally an' me'll git along arright, an' you ain't got too much time.'

      'Yus, good night, 'Arry,' said Sally to settle the matter.

      'Good night, old gal,' he answered, 'give us another slobber.'

      And she, not at all unwilling, surrendered herself to him, while he imprinted two sounding kisses on her cheeks.

      'Good night, Tom,' said Liza, holding out her hand.

      'Good night, Liza,' he answered, taking it, but looking very wistfully at her.

      She understood, and with a kindly smile lifted up her face to him. He bent down and, taking her in his arms, kissed her passionately.

      'You do kiss nice, Liza,' he said, making the others laugh.

      'Thanks for tikin' me aht, old man,' she said as they parted.

      'Arright, Liza,' he answered, and added, almost to himself: 'God bless yer!'

      ''Ulloa, Blakeston, ain't you comin'?' said Harry, seeing that Jim was walking off with his wife instead of joining him and Tom.

      'Na,' he answered, 'I'm goin' 'ome. I've got ter be up at five ter-morrer.'

      'You are a chap!' said Harry, disgustedly, strolling off with Tom to the pub, while the others made their way down the sleeping street.

      The house where Sally lived came first, and she left them; then, walking a few yards more, they came to the Blakestons', and after a little talk at the door Liza bade the couple good night, and was left to walk the rest of the way home. The street was perfectly silent, and the lamp-posts, far apart, threw a dim light which only served to make Lisa realize her solitude. There was such a difference between the street at midday, with its swarms of people, and now, when there was neither sound nor soul besides herself, that even she was struck by it. The regular line of houses on either side, with the even pavements and straight, cemented road, seemed to her like some desert place, as if everyone were dead, or a fire had raged and left it all desolate. Suddenly she heard a footstep, she started and looked back. It was a man hurrying behind her, and in a moment she had recognized Jim. He beckoned to her, and in a low voice called:

      'Liza!'

      She stopped till he had come up to her.

      'Wot 'ave yer come aht again for?' she said.

      'I've come aht ter say good night to you, Liza,' he answered.

      'But yer said good night a moment ago.'

      'I wanted to say it again—properly.'

      'Where's yer missus?'

      'Oh, she's gone in. I said I was dry and was goin' ter 'ave a drink after all.'

      'But she'll know yer didn't go ter the pub.'

      'Na, she won't, she's gone straight upstairs to see after the kid. I wanted ter see yer alone, Liza.'

      'Why?'

      He didn't answer, but tried to take hold of her hand. She drew it away quickly. They walked in silence till they came to Liza's house.

      'Good night,' said Liza.

      'Won't you come for a little walk, Liza?'

      'Tike care no one 'ears you,' she added, in a whisper, though why she whispered she did not know.

      'Will yer?' he asked again.

      'Na—you've got to get up at five.'

      'Oh, I only said thet not ter go inter the pub with them.'

      'So as yer might come 'ere with me?' asked Liza.

      'Yus!'

      'No, I'm not comin'. Good night.'

      'Well, say good night nicely.'

      'Wot d'yer mean?'

      'Tom said you did kiss nice.'

      She looked at him without speaking, and in a moment he had clasped his arms round her, almost lifting her off her feet, and kissed her. She turned her face away.

      'Give us yer lips, Liza,' he whispered—'give us yer lips.'

      He turned her face without resistance and kissed her on the mouth.

      At last she tore herself from him, and opening the door slid away into the house.

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