Liza of Lambeth. Уильям Сомерсет Моэм

Whitsun.'

      'Ah, things is different now.'

      'You're not walkin' aht with anybody else, are you, Liza?' he asked quickly.

      'Na, not that.'

      'Well, why won't yer, Liza? Oh Liza, I do love yer, I've never loved anybody as I love you!'

      'Oh, I can't, Tom!'

      'There ain't no one else?'

      'Na.'

      'Then why not?'

      'I'm very sorry, Tom, but I don't love yer so as ter marry yer.'

      'Oh, Liza!'

      She could not see the look upon his face, but she heard the agony in his voice; and, moved with sudden pity, she bent out, threw her arms round his neck, and kissed him on both cheeks.

      'Never mind old chap!' she said. 'I'm not worth troublin' abaht.'

      And quickly drawing back, she slammed the window to, and moved into the further part of the room.

      Chapter 3

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       The following day was Sunday. Liza when she was dressing herself in the morning, felt the hardness of fate in the impossibility of eating one's cake and having it; she wished she had reserved her new dress, and had still before her the sensation of a first appearance in it. With a sigh she put on her ordinary everyday working dress, and proceeded to get the breakfast ready, for her mother had been out late the previous night, celebrating the new arrivals in the street, and had the 'rheumatics' this morning.

      'Oo, my 'ead!' she was saying, as she pressed her hands on each side of her forehead. 'I've got the neuralgy again, wot shall I do? I dunno 'ow it is, but it always comes on Sunday mornings. Oo, an' my rheumatics, they give me sich a doin' in the night!'

      'You'd better go to the 'orspital mother.'

      'Not I!' answered the worthy lady, with great decision. 'You 'as a dozen young chaps messin' you abaht, and lookin' at yer, and then they tells yer ter leave off beer and spirrits. Well, wot I says, I says I can't do withaht my glass of beer.' She thumped her pillow to emphasize the statement.

      'Wot with the work I 'ave ter do, lookin' after you and the cookin' and gettin' everythin' ready and doin' all the 'ouse-work, and goin' aht charring besides well, I says, if I don't 'ave a drop of beer, I says, ter pull me together, I should be under the turf in no time.'

      She munched her bread-and-butter and drank her tea.

      'When you've done breakfast, Liza,' she said, 'you can give the grate a cleanin', an' my boots'd do with a bit of polishin'. Mrs. Tike, in the next 'ouse, 'll give yer some blackin'.'

      She remained silent for a bit, then said:

      'I don't think I shall get up ter-day. Liza. My rheumatics is bad. You can put the room straight and cook the dinner.'

      'Arright, mother, you stay where you are, an' I'll do everythin' for yer.'

      'Well, it's only wot yer ought to do, considerin' all the trouble you've been ter me when you was young, and considerin' thet when you was born the doctor thought I never should get through it. Wot 'ave you done with your week's money, Liza?'

      'Oh, I've put it awy,' answered Liza quietly.

      'Where?' asked her mother.

      'Where it'll be safe.'

      'Where's that?'

      Liza was driven into a corner.

      'Why d'you want ter know?' she asked.

      'Why shouldn't I know; d'you think I want ter steal it from yer?'

      'Na, not thet.'

      'Well, why won't you tell me?'

      'Oh, a thing's sifer when only one person knows where it is.'

      This was a very discreet remark, but it set Mrs. Kemp in a whirlwind of passion. She raised herself and sat up in the bed, flourishing her clenched fist at her daughter.

      'I know wot yer mean, you you!' Her language was emphatic, her epithets picturesque, but too forcible for reproduction. 'You think I'd steal it,' she went on. 'I know yer! D'yer think I'd go an' tike yer dirty money?'

      'Well, mother,' said Liza, 'when I've told yer before, the money's perspired like.'

      'Wot d'yer mean?'

      'It got less.'

      'Well, I can't 'elp thet, can I? Anyone can come in 'ere and tike the money.'

      'If it's 'idden awy, they can't, can they, mother?' said Liza.

      Mrs. Kemp shook her fist.

      'You dirty slut, you,' she said, 'yer think I tike yer money! Why, you ought ter give it me every week instead of savin' it up and spendin' it on all sorts of muck, while I 'ave ter grind my very bones down to keep yer.'

      'Yer know, mother, if I didn't 'ave a little bit saved up, we should be rather short when you're dahn in yer luck.'

      Mrs. Kemp's money always ran out on Tuesday, and Liza had to keep things going till the following Saturday.

      'Oh, don't talk ter me!' proceeded Mrs. Kemp. 'When I was a girl I give all my money ter my mother. She never 'ad ter ask me for nothin'. On Saturday when I come 'ome with my wiges, I give it 'er every farthin'. That's wot a daughter ought ter do. I can say this for myself, I be'aved by my mother like a gal should. None of your prodigal sons for me! She didn't 'ave ter ask me for three 'apence ter get a drop of beer.'

      Liza was wise in her generation; she held her tongue, and put on her hat.

      'Now, you're goin' aht, and leavin' me; I dunno wot you get up to in the street with all those men. No good, I'll be bound. An' 'ere am I left alone, an' I might die for all you care.'

      In her sorrow at herself the old lady began to cry, and Liza slipped out of the room and into the street.

      Leaning against the wall of the opposite house was Tom; he came towards her.

       Ulloa!' she said, as she saw him. 'Wot are you doin' 'ere?'

      'I was waitin' for you ter come aht, Liza,' he answered.

      She looked at him quickly.

      'I ain't comin' aht with yer ter-day, if thet's wot yer mean,' she said.

      'I never thought of arskin' yer, Liza after wot you said ter me last night.'

      His voice was a little sad, and she felt so sorry for him.

      'But yer did want ter speak ter me, didn't yer, Tom?' she said, more gently.

      'You've got a day off ter-morrow, ain't yer?'

      'Bank 'Oliday. Yus! Why?'

      'Why, 'cause they've got a drag startin' from the "Red Lion" that's goin' down ter Chingford for the day an' I'm goin'.'

      'Yus!' she said.

      He looked at her doubtfully.

      'Will yer come too, Liza? It'll be a regular beeno; there's only goin' ter be people in the street. Eh, Liza?'

      'Na, I can't.'

      'Why not?'

      'I ain't got I ain't got the ooftish.'

      'I mean, won't yer come with me?'

      'Na, Tom, thank yer; I can't do thet neither.'

      'Yer might as well, Liza; it wouldn't 'urt yer.'

      'Na, it wouldn't be right like; I can't come aht with yer, and then mean nothin'! It would be doin' yer aht of an outing.'

      'I don't see why,' he said, very crestfallen.

      'I