"Yer told me not ter."
She snorted at the ridiculous inept.i.tude of the reply.
"Why didn"t you say nothin" abaht it yesterday?"
"Why, I thought you"d come if I didn"t talk on it."
"Well, I think you"re a ---- brute!" She felt very much inclined to cry.
"Come on, Liza, don"t tike on; I didn"t mean no offence." And he put his arm round her waist and led her to take their places at the gallery door. Two tears escaped from the corners of her eyes and ran down her nose, but she felt very relieved and happy, and let him lead her where he would.
There was a long string of people waiting at the door, and Liza was delighted to see a couple of n.i.g.g.e.rs who were helping them to while away the time of waiting. The n.i.g.g.e.rs sang and danced, and made faces, while the people looked on with appreciative gravity, like royalty listening to de Reske, and they were very generous of applause and halfpence at the end of the performance. Then, when the n.i.g.g.e.rs moved to the pit doors, paper boys came along offering _t.i.t-Bits_ and "extra specials"; after that three little girls came round and sang sentimental songs and collected more halfpence. At last a movement ran through the serpent-like string of people, sounds were heard behind the door, everyone closed up, the men told the women to keep close and hold tight; there was a great unbarring and unbolting, the doors were thrown open, and, like a bursting river, the people surged in.
Half an hour more and the curtain went up. The play was indeed thrilling. Liza quite forgot her companion, and was intent on the scene; she watched the incidents breathlessly, trembling with excitement, almost beside herself at the celebrated hanging incident.
When the curtain fell on the first act she sighed and mopped her face.
"See "ow "ot I am." she said to Jim, giving him her hand.
"Yus, you are!" he remarked, taking it.
"Leave go!" she said, trying to withdraw it from him.
"Not much," he answered, quite boldly.
"Garn! Leave go!" But he didn"t, and she really did not struggle very violently.
The second act came, and she shrieked over the comic man; and her laughter rang higher than anyone else"s, so that people turned to look at her, and said:
"She is enjoyin" "erself."
Then when the murder came she bit her nails and the sweat stood on her forehead in great drops; in her excitement she even called out as loud as she could to the victim, "Look aht!" It caused a laugh and slackened the tension, for the whole house was holding its breath as it looked at the villains listening at the door, creeping silently forward, crawling like tigers to their prey.
Liza trembling all over, and in her terror threw herself against Jim, who put both his arms round her, and said:
"Don"t be afride, Liza; it"s all right."
At last the men sprang, there was a scuffle, and the wretch was killed, then came the scene depicted on the posters--the victim"s son knocking at the door, on the inside of which were the murderers and the murdered man. At last the curtain came down, and the house in relief burst forth into cheers and cheers; the handsome hero in his top hat was greeted thunderously; the murdered man, with his clothes still all disarranged, was hailed with sympathy; and the villains--the house yelled and hissed and booed, while the poor brutes bowed and tried to look as if they liked it.
"I am enjoyin" myself," said Liza, pressing herself quite close to Jim; "you are a good sort ter tike me--Jim."
He gave her a little hug, and it struck her that she was sitting just as Sally had done, and, like Sally, she found it "jam".
The _entr"actes_ were short and the curtain was soon up again, and the comic man raised customary laughter by undressing and exposing his nether garments to the public view; then more tragedy, and the final act with its darkened room, its casting lots, and its explosion.
When it was all over and they had got outside Jim smacked his lips and said:
"I could do with a gargle; let"s go onto thet pub there."
"I"m as dry as bone," said Liza; and so they went.
When they got in they discovered they were hungry, and seeing some appetising sausage-rolls, ate of them, and washed them down with a couple of pots of beer; then Jim lit his pipe and they strolled off.
They had got quite near the Westminster Bridge Road when Jim suggested that they should go and have one more drink before closing time.
"I shall be tight," said Liza.
"Thet don"t matter," answered Jim, laughing. "You ain"t got ter go ter work in the mornin" an" you can sleep it aht."
"Arright, I don"t mind if I do then, in for a penny, in for a pound."
At the pub door she drew back.
"I say, guv"ner," she said, "there"ll be some of the coves from dahn our street, and they"ll see us."
"Na, there won"t be n.o.body there, don"t yer "ave no fear."
"I don"t like ter go in for fear of it."
"Well, we ain"t doin" no "arm if they does see us, an" we can go into the private bar, an" you bet your boots there won"t be no one there."
She yielded, and they went in.
"Two pints of bitter, please, miss," ordered Jim.
"I say, "old "ard. I can"t drink more than "alf a pint," said Liza.
"Cheese it," answered Jim. "You can do with all you can get, I know."
At closing time they left and walked down the broad road which led homewards.
"Let"s "ave a little sit dahn," said Jim, pointing to an empty bench between two trees.
"Na, it"s gettin" lite; I want ter be "ome."
"It"s such a fine night, it"s a pity ter go in already;" and he drew her unresisting towards the seat. He put his arm round her waist.
"Un"and me, villin!" she said, in apt misquotation of the melodrama, but Jim only laughed, and she made no effort to disengage herself.
They sat there for a long while in silence; the beer had got to Liza"s head, and the warm night air filled her with a double intoxication.
She felt the arm round her waist, and the big, heavy form pressing against her side; she experienced again the curious sensation as if her heart were about to burst, and it choked her--a feeling so oppressive and painful it almost made her feel sick. Her hands began to tremble, and her breathing grew rapid, as though she were suffocating. Almost fainting, she swayed over towards the man, and a cold shiver ran through her from top to toe. Jim bent over her, and, taking her in both arms, he pressed his lips to hers in a long, pa.s.sionate kiss. At last, panting for breath, she turned her head away and groaned.
Then they again sat for a long while in silence, Liza full of a strange happiness, feeling as if she could laugh aloud hysterically, but restrained by the calm and silence of the night. Close behind struck a church clock--one.
"Bless my soul!" said Liza, starting, "there"s one o"clock. I must get "ome."
"It"s so nice out "ere; do sty, Liza." He pressed her closer to him.
"Yer know, Liza, I love yer--fit ter kill."
"Na, I can"t stay; come on." She got up from the seat, and pulled him up too. "Come on," she said.