"Yer can"t; yer married already."
"Thet don"t matter! If I give the missus so much a week aht of my screw, she"ll sign a piper ter give up all clime ter me, an" then we can get spliced. One of the men as I works with done thet, an" it was arright."
Liza shook her head.
"Na, yer can"t do thet now; it"s bigamy, an" the cop tikes yer, an"
yer gits twelve months" "ard for it."
"But swop me bob, Liza, I can"t go on like this. Yer knows the missus--well, there ain"t no bloomin" doubt abaht it, she knows as you an" me are carryin" on, an" she mikes no bones abaht lettin" me see it."
"She don"t do thet?"
"Well, she don"t exactly sy it, but she sulks an" won"t speak, an"
then when I says anythin" she rounds on me an" calls me all the nimes she can think of. I"d give "er a good "idin", but some"ow I don"t like ter! She mikes the plice a "ell ter me, an" I"m not goin" ter stand it no longer!"
"You"ll ave ter sit it, then; yer can"t chuck it."
"Yus I can, an" I would if you"d come along of me. I don"t believe you like me at all, Liza, or you"d come."
She turned towards him and put her arms round his neck.
"Yer know I do, old c.o.c.k," she said. "I like yer better than anyone else in the world; but I can"t go awy an" leave mother."
"Bli"me me if I see why; she"s never been much ter you. She mikes yer slave awy ter pay the rent, an" all the money she earns she boozes."
"Thet"s true, she ain"t been wot yer might call a good mother ter me--but some"ow she"s my mother, an" I don"t like ter leave "er on "er own, now she"s so old--an" she can"t do much with the rheumatics. An"
besides, Jim dear, it ain"t only mother, but there"s yer own kids, yer can"t leave them."
He thought for a while, and then said:
"You"re abaht right there, Liza; I dunno if I could get on without the kids. If I could only tike them an" you too, swop me bob, I should be "appy."
Liza smiled sadly.
"So yer see, Jim, we"re in a bloomin" "ole, an" there ain"t no way aht of it thet I can see."
He took her on his knees, and pressing her to him, kissed her very long and very lovingly.
"Well, we must trust ter luck," she said again, "p"raps somethin" "ll "appen soon, an" everythin" "ll come right in the end--when we gets four b.a.l.l.s of worsted for a penny."
It was past twelve, and separating, they went by different ways along the dreary, wet, deserted roads till they came to Vere Street.
The street seemed quite different to Liza from what it had been three months before. Tom, the humble adorer, had quite disappeared from her life. One day, three or four weeks after the August Bank Holiday, she saw him dawdling along the pavement, and it suddenly struck her that she had not seen him for a long time; but she had been so full of her happiness that she had been unable to think of anyone but Jim. She wondered at his absence, since before wherever she had been there was he certain to be also. She pa.s.sed him, but to her astonishment he did not speak to her. She thought by some wonder he had not seen her, but she felt his gaze resting upon her. She turned back, and suddenly he dropped his eyes and looked down, walking on as if he had not seen her, but blushing furiously.
"Tom," she said, "why don"t yer speak ter me."
He started and blushed more than ever.
"I didn"t know yer was there," he stuttered.
"Don"t tell me," she said, "wot"s up?"
"Nothin" as I knows of," he answered uneasily.
"I ain"t offended yer, "ave I, Tom?"
"Na, not as I knows of," he replied, looking very unhappy.
"You don"t ever come my way now," she said.
"I didn"t know as yer wanted ter see me."
"Garn! Yer knows I likes you as well as anybody."
"Yer likes so many people, Liza," he said, flushing.
"What d"yer mean?" said Liza indignantly, but very red; she was afraid he knew now, and it was from him especially she would have been so glad to hide it.
"Nothin"," he answered.
"One doesn"t say things like thet without any meanin", unless one"s a blimed fool."
"You"re right there, Liza," he answered. "I am a blimed fool." He looked at her a little reproachfully, she thought, and then he said "Good-bye," and turned away.
At first she was horrified that he should know of her love for Jim, but then she did not care. After all, it was n.o.body"s business, and what did anything matter as long as she loved Jim and Jim loved her?
Then she grew angry that Tom should suspect her; he could know nothing but that some of the men had seen her with Jim near Vauxhall, and it seemed mean that he should condemn her for that. Thenceforward, when she ran against Tom, she cut him; he never tried to speak to her, but as she pa.s.sed him, pretending to look in front of her, she could see that he always blushed, and she fancied his eyes were very sorrowful.
Then several weeks went by, and as she began to feel more and more lonely in the street she regretted the quarrel; she cried a little as she thought that she had lost his faithful gentle love and she would have much liked to be friends with him again. If he had only made some advance she would have welcomed him so cordially, but she was too proud to go to him herself and beg him to forgive her--and then how could he forgive her?
She had lost Sally too, for on her marriage Harry had made her give up the factory; he was a young man with principles worthy of a Member of Parliament, and he had said:
"A woman"s plice is "er "ome, an" if "er old man can"t afford ter keep "er without "er workin" in a factory--well, all I can say is thet "e"d better go an" git single."
"Quite right, too," agreed his mother-in-law; "an" wot"s more, she"ll "ave a baby ter look after soon, an" thet"ll tike "er all "er time, an" there"s no one as knows thet better than me, for I"ve "ad twelve, ter sy nothin" of two stills an" one miss."
Liza quite envied Sally her happiness, for the bride was br.i.m.m.i.n.g over with song and laughter; her happiness overwhelmed her.
"I am "appy," she said to Liza one day a few weeks after her marriage.
"You dunno wot a good sort "Arry is. "E"s just a darlin", an" there"s no mistikin" it. I don"t care wot other people sy, but wot I says is, there"s nothin" like marriage. Never a cross word pa.s.ses his lips, an"
mother "as all "er meals with us an" "e says all the better. Well I"m thet "appy I simply dunno if I"m standin" on my "ead or on my "eels."
But alas! it did not last too long. Sally was not so full of joy when next Liza met her, and one day her eyes looked very much as if she had been crying.
"Wot"s the matter?" asked Liza, looking at her. "Wot "ave yer been blubberin" abaht?"
"Me?" said Sally, getting very red. "Oh, I"ve got a bit of a toothache, an"--well, I"m rather a fool like, an" it "urt so much that I couldn"t "elp cryin"."
Liza was not satisfied, but could get nothing further out of her. Then one day it came out. It was a Sat.u.r.day night, the time when women in Vere Street weep. Liza went up into Sally"s room for a few minutes on her way to the Westminster Bridge Road, where she was to meet Jim.
Harry had taken the top back room, and Liza, climbing up the second flight of stairs, called out as usual.