He tried to remember the suggestions in the hara.s.sing days that followed; baiting Joe Billing becoming popular as a pastime from which no evil results need be feared. It was creditable to his fellow-citizens that most of them refrained from violence with a man who declined to hit back, but as a b.u.t.t his success was a.s.sured. The night when a gawky lad of eighteen drank up his beer, and then invited him to step outside if he didn"t like it, dwelt long in his memory. And Elk Street thrilled one evening at the sight of their erstwhile champion flying up the road hotly pursued by a foeman half his size. His explanation to his indignant wife that, having turned the other cheek the night before, he was in no mood for further punishment, was received in chilling silence.
"They"ll soon get tired of it," he said, hopefully; "and I ain"t going to be beat by a lot of chaps wot I could lick with one "and tied behind me. They"ll get to understand in time; Mr. Purnip says so. It"s a pity that you don"t try and do some good yourself."
Mrs. Billing received the suggestion with a sniff; but the seed was sown. She thought the matter over in private, and came to the conclusion that, if her husband wished her to partic.i.p.ate in good works, it was not for her to deny him. Hitherto her efforts in that direction had been promptly suppressed; Mr. Billing"s idea being that if a woman looked after her home and her husband properly there should be neither time nor desire for anything else. His surprise on arriving home to tea on Sat.u.r.day afternoon, and finding a couple of hard-working neighbours devouring his substance, almost deprived him of speech.
"Poor things," said his wife, after the guests had gone; "they did enjoy it. It"s cheered "em up wonderful. You and Mr. Purnip are quite right. I can see that now. You can tell him that it was you what put it into my "art."
"Me? Why, I never dreamt o" such a thing," declared the surprised Mr.
Billing. "And there"s other ways of doing good besides asking a pack of old women in to tea."
"I know there is," said his wife. "All in good time," she added, with a far-away look in her eyes.
Mr. Billing cleared his throat, but nothing came of it. He cleared it again.
"I couldn"t let you do all the good," said his wife, hastily. "It wouldn"t be fair. I must help."
Mr. Billing lit his pipe noisily, and then took it out into the back-yard and sat down to think over the situation. The ungenerous idea that his wife was making goodness serve her own ends was the first that occurred to him.
His suspicions increased with time. Mrs. Billing"s good works seemed to be almost entirely connected with hospitality. True, she had entertained Mr. Purnip and one of the ladies from the Settlement to tea, but that only riveted his bonds more firmly. Other visitors included his sister- in-law, for whom he had a great distaste, and some of the worst-behaved children in the street.
"It"s only high spirits," said Mrs. Billing; "all children are like that. And I do it to help the mothers."
"And "cos you like children," said her husband, preserving his good- humour with an effort.
There was a touch of monotony about the new life, and the good deeds that accompanied it, which, to a man of ardent temperament, was apt to pall. And Elk Street, instead of giving him the credit which was his due, preferred to ascribe the change in his behaviour to what they called being "a bit barmy on the crumpet."
He came home one evening somewhat dejected, brightening up as he stood in the pa.s.sage and inhaled the ravishing odours from the kitchen. Mrs.
Billing, with a trace of nervousness somewhat unaccountable in view of the excellent quality of the repast provided, poured him out a gla.s.s of beer, and pa.s.sed flattering comment upon his appearance.
"Wot"s the game?" he inquired.
"Game?" repeated his wife, in a trembling voice. "Nothing. "Ow do you find that steak-pudding? I thought of giving you one every Wednesday."
Mr. Billing put down his knife and fork and sat regarding her thoughtfully. Then he pushed back his chair suddenly, and, a picture of consternation and wrath, held up his hand for silence.
"W-w-wot is it?" he demanded. "A cat?"
Mrs. Billing made no reply, and her husband sprang to his feet as a long, thin wailing sounded through the house. A note of temper crept into it and strengthened it.
"Wot is it?" demanded Mr. Billing again. "It"s-it"s Mrs. Smith"s Charlie," stammered his wife.
"In-in my bedroom?" exclaimed her husband, in incredulous accents.
"Wot"s it doing there?"
"I took it for the night," said his wife hurriedly. "Poor thing, what with the others being ill she"s "ad a dreadful time, and she said if I"d take Charlie for a few-for a night, she might be able to get some sleep."
Mr. Billing choked. "And what about my sleep?" he shouted. "Chuck it outside at once. D"ye hear me?"
His words fell on empty air, his wife having already sped upstairs to pacify Master Smith by a rhythmical and monotonous thumping on the back.
Also she lifted up a thin and not particularly sweet voice and sang to him. Mr. Billing, finishing his supper in indignant silence, told himself grimly that he was "beginning to have enough of it."
He spent the evening at the Charlton Arms, and, returning late, went slowly and heavily up to bed. In the light of a shaded candle he saw a small, objectionable-looking infant fast asleep on two chairs by the side of the bed.
"H"sh!" said his wife, in a thrilling whisper. "He"s just gone off."
"D"ye mean I mustn"t open my mouth in my own bedroom?" demanded the indignant man, loudly.
"H"sh!" said his wife again.
It was too late. Master Smith, opening first one eye and then the other, finished by opening his mouth. The noise was appalling.
"H"sh! H"sh!" repeated Mrs. Billing, as her husband began to add to the noise. "Don"t wake "im right up."
"Right up?" repeated the astonished man. "Right up? Why, is he doing this in "is sleep?"
He subsided into silence, and, undressing with stealthy care, crept into bed and lay there, marvelling at his self-control. He was a sound sleeper, but six times at least he was awakened by Mrs. Billing slipping out of bed-regardless of draughts to her liege lord-and marching up and down the room with the visitor in her arms. He rose in the morning and dressed in ominous silence.
"I "ope he didn"t disturb you," said his wife, anxiously.
"You"ve done it," replied Mr. Billing. "You"ve upset everything now.
Since I joined the Purnip lot everybody"s took advantage of me; now I"m going to get some of my own back. You wouldn"t ha" dreamt of behaving like this a few weeks ago."
"Oh, Joe!" said his wife, entreatingly; "and everybody"s been so happy!"
"Except me," retorted Joe Billing. "You come down and get my breakfast ready. If I start early I shall catch Mr. Bill Ricketts on "is way to work. And mind, if I find that steam-orgin "ere when I come "ome to-night you"ll hear of it."
He left the house with head erect and the light of battle in his eyes, and, meeting Mr. Ricketts at the corner, gave that justly aggrieved gentleman the surprise of his life. Elk Street thrilled to the fact that Mr. Billing had broken out again, and spoke darkly of what the evening might bring forth. Curious eyes followed his progress as he returned home from work, and a little later on the news was spread abroad that he was out and paying off old scores with an ardour that nothing could withstand.
"And wot about your change of "art?" demanded one indignant matron, as her husband reached home five seconds ahead of Mr. Billing and hid in the scullery.
"It"s changed agin," said Mr. Billing, simply.
He finished the evening in the Blue Lion, where he had one bar almost to himself, and, avoiding his wife"s reproachful glance when he arrived home, procured some warm water and began to bathe his honourable scars.
"Mr. Purnip "as been round with another gentleman," said his wife.
Mr. Billing said, "Oh!"
"Very much upset they was, and "ope you"ll go and see them," she continued.
Mr. Billing said "Oh!" again; and, after thinking the matter over, called next day at the Settlement and explained his position.
"It"s all right for gentlemen like you," he said civilly. "But a man.
like me can"t call his soul "is own-or even "is bedroom. Everybody takes advantage of "im. n.o.body ever gives you a punch, and, as for putting babies in your bedroom, they wouldn"t dream of it."
He left amid expressions of general regret, turning a deaf ear to all suggestions about making another start, and went off exulting in his freedom.
His one trouble was Mr. Purnip, that estimable gentleman, who seemed to have a weird gift of meeting him at all sorts of times and places, never making any allusion to his desertion, but showing quite clearly by his manner that he still hoped for the return of the wanderer. It was awkward for a man of sensitive disposition, and Mr. Billing, before entering a street, got into the habit of peering round the corner first.