"Not here you won"t," said the landlord, eyeing him coldly.
"Why not?" demanded the astonished Mr. Billing.
"You"ve had all you ought to have already," was the reply. "And there"s one thing I"ll swear to-you ain"t had it "ere."
"I haven"t "ad a drop pa.s.s my lips began the outraged Mr. Billing.
"Yes, I know," said the other, wearily, as he shifted one or two gla.s.ses and wiped the counter; "I"ve heard it all before, over and over again.
Mind you, I"ve been in this business thirty years, and if I don"t know when a man"s had his whack, and a drop more, n.o.body does. You get off "ome and ask your missis to make you a nice cup o" good strong tea, and then get up to bed and sleep it off."
"I dare say," said Mr. Billing, with cold dignity, as he paused at the door-"I dare say I may give up beer altogether."
He stood outside pondering over the unforeseen difficulties attendant upon his new career, moving a few inches to one side as Mr. Ricketts, a foe of long standing, came towards the public-house, and, halting a yard or two away, eyed him warily.
"Come along," said Mr. Billing, speaking somewhat loudly, for the benefit of the men in the bar; "I sha"n"t hurt you; my fighting days are over."
"Yes, I dessay," replied the other, edging away.
"It"s all right, Bill," said a mutual friend, through the half-open door; "he"s got a new "art."
Mr. Ricketts looked perplexed. ""Art disease, d"ye mean?" he inquired, hopefully. "Can"t he fight no more?"
"A new "art," said Mr. Billing. "It"s as strong as ever it was, but it"s changed-brother."
"If you call me "brother" agin I"ll give you something for yourself, and chance it," said Mr. Ricketts, ferociously. "I"m a pore man, but I"ve got my pride."
Mr. Billing, with a smile charged with brotherly love, leaned his left cheek towards him. "Hit it," he said, gently.
"Give it a smack and run, Bill," said the voice of a well-wisher inside.
"There"d be no need for "im to run," said Mr. Billing. "I wouldn"t hit "im back for anything. I should turn the other cheek."
"Whaffor?" inquired the amazed Mr. Ricketts.
"For another swipe," said Mr. Billing, radiantly.
In the fraction of a second he got the first, and reeled back staggering. The onlookers from the bar came out hastily. Mr. Ricketts, somewhat pale, stood his ground.
"You see, I don"t hit you," said Mr. Billing, with a ghastly attempt at a smile.
He stood rubbing his cheek gently, and, remembering Mr. Purnip"s statements, slowly, inch by inch, turned the other in the direction of his adversary. The circuit was still incomplete when Mr. Ricketts, balancing himself carefully, fetched it a smash that nearly burst it.
Mr. Billing, somewhat jarred by his contact with the pavement, rose painfully and confronted him.
"I"ve only got two cheeks, mind," he said, slowly.
Mr. Ricketts sighed. "I wish you"d got a blinking dozen," he said, wistfully. "Well, so long. Be good."
He walked into the Blue Lion absolutely free from that sense of shame which Mr. Purnip had predicted, and, accepting a pint from an admirer, boasted noisily of his exploit. Mr. Billing, suffering both mentally and physically, walked slowly home to his astonished wife.
"P"r"aps he"ll be ashamed of hisself when "e comes to think it over," he murmured, as Mrs. Billing, rendered almost perfect by practice, administered first aid.
"I s"pect he"s crying his eyes out," she said, with a sniff. "Tell me if that "urts."
Mr. Billing told her, then, suddenly remembering himself, issued an expurgated edition.
"I"m sorry for the next man that "its you," said his wife, as she drew back and regarded her handiwork.
""Well, you needn"t be," said Mr. Billing, with dignity. "It would take more than a couple o" props in the jaw to make me alter my mind when I"ve made it up. You ought to know that by this time. Hurry up and finish. I want you to go to the corner and fetch me a pot."
"What, ain"t you going out agin?" demanded his astonished wife.
Mr. Billing shook his head. "Somebody else might want to give me one,"
he said, resignedly, "and I"ve "ad about all I want to-night."
His face was still painful next morning, but as he sat at breakfast in the small kitchen he was able to refer to Mr. Ricketts in terms which were an eloquent testimony to Mr. Purnip"s teaching. Mrs. Billing, unable to contain herself, wandered off into the front room with a duster.
"Are you nearly ready to go?" she inquired, returning after a short interval.
"Five minutes," said Mr. Billing, nodding. "I"ll just light my pipe and then I"m off."
""Cos there"s two or three waiting outside for you," added his wife.
Mr. Billing rose. "Ho, is there?" he said, grimly, as he removed his coat and proceeded to roll up his shirt-sleeves. "I"ll learn "em. I"ll give "em something to wait for. I"ll--"
His voice died away as he saw the triumph in his wife"s face, and, drawing down his sleeves again, he took up his coat and stood eyeing her in genuine perplexity.
"Tell "em I"ve gorn," he said, at last.
"And what about telling lies?" demanded his wife. "What would your Mr.
Purnip say to that?"
"You do as you"re told," exclaimed the hara.s.sed Mr. Billing. "I"m not going to tell "em; it"s you."
Mrs. Billing returned to the parlour, and, with Mr. Billing lurking in the background, busied herself over a china flower-pot that stood in the window, and turned an anxious eye upon three men waiting outside. After a glance or two she went to the door.
"Did you want to see my husband?" she inquired.
The biggest of the three nodded. "Yus," he said, shortly.
"I"m sorry," said Mrs. Billing, "but he "ad to go early this morning.
Was it anything partikler?"
"Gorn?" said the other, in disappointed tones. "Well, you tell "im I"ll see "im later on."
He turned away, and, followed by the other two, walked slowly up the road. Mr. Billing, after waiting till the coast was clear, went off in the other direction.
He sought counsel of his friend and mentor that afternoon, and stood beaming with pride at the praise lavished upon him. Mr. Purnip"s co-workers were no less enthusiastic than their chief; and various suggestions were made to Mr. Billing as to his behaviour in the unlikely event of further attacks upon his n.o.ble person.