"Me?" answered Liza, putting her hand up as if in ignorance. "Nothin"
thet I knows of."
Two or three young men were standing by, and hearing the girl, looked up.
"Why, yer"ve got a black eye, Liza!"
"Me? I ain"t got no black eye!"
"Yus you "ave; "ow d"yer get it?"
"I dunno," said Liza. "I didn"t know I "ad one."
"Garn! tell us another!" was the answer. "One doesn"t git a black eye without knowin" "ow they got it."
"Well, I did fall against the chest of drawers yesterday; I suppose I must "ave got it then."
"Oh yes, we believe thet, don"t we?"
"I didn"t know "e was so "andy with "is dukes, did you, Ted?" asked one man of another.
Liza felt herself grow red to the tips of her toes.
"Who?" she asked.
"Never you mind; n.o.body you know."
At that moment Jim"s wife pa.s.sed and looked at her with a scowl. Liza wished herself a hundred miles away, and blushed more violently than ever.
"Wot are yer blushin" abaht?" ingenuously asked one of the girls.
And they all looked from her to Mrs. Blakeston and back again. Someone said: ""Ow abaht our Sunday boots on now?" And a t.i.tter went through them. Liza"s nerve deserted her; she could think of nothing to say, and a sob burst from her. To hide the tears which were coming from her eyes she turned away and walked homewards. Immediately a great shout of laughter broke from the group, and she heard them positively screaming till she got into her own house.
11
A few days afterwards Liza was talking with Sally, who did not seem very much happier than when Liza had last seen her.
""E ain"t wot I thought "e wos," she said. "I don"t mind sayin" thet; but "e "as a lot ter put up with; I expect I"m rather tryin"
sometimes, an" "e means well. P"raps "e"ll be kinder like when the biby"s born."
"Cheer up, old gal," answered Liza, who had seen something of the lives of many married couples; "it won"t seem so bad after yer gets used to it; it"s a bit disappointin" at fust, but yer gits not ter mind it."
After a little Sally said she must go and see about her husband"s tea.
She said good-bye, and then rather awkwardly:
"Say, Liza, tike care of yerself!"
"Tike care of meself--why?" asked Liza, in surprise.
"Yer know wot I mean."
"Na, I"m darned if I do."
"Thet there Mrs. Blakeston, she"s lookin" aht for you."
"Mrs. Blakeston!" Liza was startled.
"Yus; she says she"s goin" ter give you somethin" if she can git "old on yer. I should advise yer ter tike care."
"Me?" said Liza.
Sally looked away, so as not to see the other"s face.
"She says as "ow yer"ve been messin" abaht with "er old man."
Liza didn"t say anything, and Sally, repeating her good-bye, slid off.
Liza felt a chill run through her. She had several times noticed a scowl and a look of anger on Mrs. Blakeston"s face, and she had avoided her as much as possible; but she had no idea that the woman meant to do anything to her. She was very frightened, a cold sweat broke out over her face. If Mrs. Blakeston got hold of her she would be helpless, she was so small and weak, while the other was strong and muscular.
Liza wondered what she would do if she did catch her.
That night she told Jim, and tried to make a joke of it.
"I say, Jim, your missus--she says she"s goin" ter give me socks if she catches me."
"My missus! "Ow d"yer know?"
"She"s been tellin" people in the street."
"Go" lumme," said Jim, furious, "if she dares ter touch a "air of your "ead, swop me d.i.c.ky I"ll give "er sich a "idin" as she never "ad before! By G.o.d, give me the chanst, an" I would let "er "ave it; I"m bloomin" well sick of "er sulks!" He clenched his fist as he spoke.
Liza was a coward. She could not help thinking of her enemy"s threat; it got on her nerves, and she hardly dared go out for fear of meeting her; she would look nervously in front of her, quickly turning round if she saw in the distance anyone resembling Mrs. Blakeston. She dreamed of her at night; she saw the big, powerful form, the heavy, frowning face, and the curiously braided brown hair; and she would wake up with a cry and find herself bathed in sweat.
It was the Sat.u.r.day afternoon following this, a chill November day, with the roads sloshy, and a grey, comfortless sky that made one"s spirits sink. It was about three o"clock, and Liza was coming home from work; she got into Vere Street, and was walking quickly towards her house when she saw Mrs. Blakeston coming towards her. Her heart gave a great jump. Turning, she walked rapidly in the direction she had come; with a screw round of her eyes she saw that she was being followed, and therefore went straight out of Vere Street. She went right round, meaning to get into the street from the other end and, un.o.bserved, slip into her house, which was then quite close; but she dared not risk it immediately for fear Mrs. Blakeston should still be there; so she waited about for half an hour. It seemed an age.
Finally, taking her courage in both hands, she turned the corner and entered Vere Street. She nearly ran into the arms of Mrs. Blakeston, who was standing close to the public-house door.
Liza gave a little cry, and the woman said, with a sneer:
"Yer didn"t expect ter see me, did yer?"
Liza did not answer, but tried to walk past her. Mrs. Blakeston stepped forward and blocked her way.
"Yer seem ter be in a mighty fine "urry," she said.
"Yus, I"ve got ter git "ome," said Liza, again trying to pa.s.s.
"But supposin" I don"t let yer?" remarked Mrs. Blakeston, preventing her from moving.