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I looked at ‘im, and then I turned to the policeman. “So long as she goes off my wharf, I don’t mind where she goes,” I ses. “The skipper’s goings-on ‘ave got nothing to do with me.”

“Then she can foller him ‘ome in the morning,” ses the skipper. “Good night, watch-man.”

Him and the mate ‘elped the silly old thing to the ship, and, arter I ‘ad been round to the Bear’s Head and fetched a pint for the police-man, I locked up and sat down to think things out; and the more I thought the worse they seemed. I’ve ‘eard people say that if you have a clear conscience nothing can hurt you. They didn’t know my missus.

I got up at last and walked on to the jetty, and the woman, wot was sitting on the deck of the John Henry, kept calling out: “Bill!” like a sick baa-lamb crying for its ma. I went back, and ‘ad four pints at the Bear’s Head, but it didn’t seem to do me any good, and at last I went and sat down in the office to wait for morning.

It came at last, a lovely morning with a beautiful sunrise; and that woman sitting up wide awake, waiting to foller me ‘ome. When I opened the gate at six o’clock she was there with the mate and the skipper, waiting, and when I left at five minutes past she was trotting along beside me.

Twice I stopped and spoke to ‘er, but it was no good. Other people stopped too, and I ‘ad to move on agin; and every step was bringing me nearer to my house and the missus.

I turned into our street, arter passing it three times, and the first thing I saw was my missus standing on the doorstep ‘aving a few words with the lady next door. Then she ‘appened to look up and see us, just as that silly woman was trying to walk arm-in-arm.

Twice I knocked her ‘and away, and then, right afore my wife and the party next door, she put her arm round my waist. By the time I got to the ‘ouse my legs was trembling so I could hardly stand, and when I got into the passage I ‘ad to lean up against the wall for a bit.

“Keep ‘er out,” I ses.

“Wot do you want?” ses my missus, trembling with passion. “Wot do you think you’re doing?”

“I want my ‘usband, Bill,” ses the woman.

My missus put her ‘and to her throat and came in without a word, and the woman follered ‘er. If I hadn’t kept my presence o’ mind and shut the door two or three more would ‘ave come in too.

I went into the kitchen about ten minutes arterwards to see ‘ow they was getting on. Besides which they was both calling for me.

“Now then!” ses my missus, who was leaning up against the dresser with ‘er arms folded, “wot ‘ave you got to say for yourself walking in as bold as brass with this hussy?”

“Bill!” ses the woman, “did you hear wot she called me?”

She spoke to me like that afore my wife, and in two minutes they was at it, hammer and tongs.

Fust of all they spoke about each other, and then my missus started speaking about me. She’s got a better memory than most people, because she can remember things that never ‘appened, and every time I coughed she turned on me like a tiger.

“And as for you,” she ses, turning to the woman, “if you did marry ‘im you should ha’ made sure that he ‘adn’t got a wife already.”

“He married me fust,” ses the woman.

“When?” ses my wife. “Wot was the date?”

“Wot was the date you married ‘im?” ses the other one.

They stood looking at each other like a couple o’ game-cocks, and I could see as plain as a pike-staff ‘ow frightened both of ‘em was o’ losing me.

“Look here!” I ses at last, to my missus, “talk sense. ‘Ow could I be married to ‘er? When I was at sea I was at sea, and when I was ashore I was with you.”

“Did you use to go down to the ship to see ‘im off?” ses the woman.

“No,” ses my wife. “I’d something better to do.”

“Neither did I,” ses the woman. “P’raps that’s where we both made a mistake.”

“You get out of my ‘ouse!” ses my missus, very sudden. “Go on, afore I put you out.”

“Not without my Bill,” ses the woman. “If you lay a finger on me I’ll scream the house down.”

“You brought her ‘ere,” ses my wife, turning to me, “now you can take ‘er away?”

“I didn’t bring ‘er,” I ses. “She follered me.”

“Well, she can foller you agin,” she ses. “Go on!” she ses, trembling all over. “Git out afore I start on you.”

I was in such a temper that I daren’t trust myself to stop. I just gave ‘er one look, and then I drew myself up and went out. ‘Alf the fools in our street was standing in front of the ‘ouse, ‘umming like bees, but I took no notice. I held my ‘ead up and walked through them with that woman trailing arter me.

I was in such a state of mind that I went on like a man in a dream. If it had ha’ been a dream I should ha’ pushed ‘er under an omnibus, but you can’t do things like that in real life.

“Penny for your thoughts, Bill,” she ses. I didn’t answer her.

“Why don’t you speak to me?” she ses.

“You don’t know wot you’re asking for,” I ses.

I was hungry and sleepy, and ‘ow I was going to get through the day I couldn’t think. I went into a pub and ‘ad a couple o’ pints o’ stout and a crust o’ bread and cheese for brekfuss. I don’t know wot she ‘ad, but when the barman tried to take for it out o’ my money, I surprised ‘im.

We walked about till I was ready to drop. Then we got to Victoria Park, and I ‘ad no sooner got on to the grass than I laid down and went straight off to sleep. It was two o’clock when I woke, and, arter a couple o’ pork-pies and a pint or two, I sat on a seat in the Park smoking, while she kep’ dabbing ‘er eyes agin and asking me to come ‘ome.

At five o’clock I got up to go back to the wharf, and, taking no notice of ‘er, I walked into the street and jumped on a ‘bus that was passing. She jumped too, and, arter the conductor had ‘elped ‘er up off of ‘er knees and taken her arms away from his waist, I’m blest if he didn’t turn on me and ask me why I ‘adn’t left her at ‘ome.

We got to the wharf just afore six. The John Henry ‘ad gorn, but the skipper ‘ad done all the ‘arm he could afore he sailed, and, if I ‘adn’t kept my temper, I should ha’ murdered arf a dozen of ‘em.

The woman wanted to come on to the wharf, but I ‘ad a word or two with one o’ the fore-men, who owed me arf-a-dollar, and he made that all right.

“We all ‘ave our faults, Bill,” he ses as ‘e went out, “and I suppose she was better looking once upon a time?”

I didn’t answer ‘im. I shut the wicket arter ‘im, quick, and turned the key, and then I went on with my work. For a long time everything was as quiet as the grave, and then there came just one little pull at the bell. Five minutes arterwards there was another.

I thought it was that woman, but I ‘ad to make sure. When it came the third time I crept up to the gate.

“Halloa!” I ses. “Who is it?”

“Me, darling,” ses a voice I reckernized as the potman’s. “Your missus wants to come in and sit down.”

I could ‘ear several people talking, and it seemed to me there was quite a crowd out there, and by and by that bell was going like mad. Then people started kicking the gate, and shouting, but I took no notice until, presently, it left off all of a sudden, and I ‘eard a loud voice asking what it was all about. I suppose there was about fifty of ‘em all telling it at once, and then there was the sound of a fist on the gate.

“Who is it?” I ses.

“Police,” ses the voice.

I opened the wicket then and looked out. A couple o’ policemen was standing by the gate and arf the riff-raff of Wapping behind ‘em.