Sailor's Knots (Entire Collection)

Ted nodded. “Her and Emma ‘ad words to-night,” he ses, laughing, “and it all come out. She’s been keeping company for some time. He’s away at present, and they’re going to be married as soon as ‘e comes back.”

“Well,” ses Charlie, “why did she–”

“To oblige Emma,” ses Ted, “to frighten you into staying at ‘ome. I’d ‘ad my suspicions for some time, from one or two things I picked up.”

“Ho!” ses Charlie. “Well, it’ll be my turn to laugh to-morrow night. We’ll see whether she can shake me off agin.”

Ted looked at ‘im a bit worried. “It’s a bit orkard,” he ses, speaking very slow. “You see, they made it up arterwards, and then they both made me promise not to tell you, and if you come, they’ll know I ‘ave.”

Charlie did a bit o’ thinking. “Not if I pretend to make love to Mrs. Jennings?” he ses, at last, winking at ‘im. “And it’ll serve her right for being deceitful. We’ll see ‘ow she likes it. Wot sort o’ chap is the young man—big?”

“Can’t be,” ses Ted; “cos Emma called ‘im a little shrimp.”

“I’ll come,” ses Charlie; “and it’ll be your own fault if they find out you told me about it.”

They fell asleep talking of it, and the next evening Charlie put on a new neck-tie he ‘ad bought, and arter letting Ted have arf an hour’s start went out and met ‘em accidental. The fust Mrs. Jennings knew of ‘is being there was by finding an arm put round ‘er waist.

“Good-evening, Sophy,” he ses.

“‘Ow—‘ow dare you?” ses Mrs. Jennings, giving a scream and pushing him away.

Charlie looked surprised.

“Why, ain’t you pleased to see me?” he ses. “I’ve ‘ad the raging toothache for over a week; I’ve got it now a bit, but I couldn’t stay away from you any longer.”

“You behave yourself,” ses Mrs. Jennings.

“Ted didn’t say anything about your toothache,” ses Emma.

“I wouldn’t let ‘im, for fear of alarming Sophy,” ses Charlie.

Mrs. Jennings gave a sort of laugh and a sniff mixed.

“Ain’t you pleased to see me agin?” ses Charlie.

“I don’t want to see you,” ses Mrs. Jennings. “Wot d’ye think I want to see you for?”

“Change your mind pretty quick, don’t you?” ses Charlie. “It’s blow ‘ot and blow cold with you seemingly. Why, I’ve been counting the minutes till I should see you agin.”

Mrs. Jennings told ‘im not to make a fool of ‘imself, and Charlie saw ‘er look at Emma in a puzzled sort of way, as if she didn’t know wot to make of it. She kept drawing away from ‘im and he kept drawing close to ‘er; other people on the pavement dodging and trying to get out of their way, and asking them which side they was going and to stick to it.

“Why don’t you behave yourself?” ses Emma, at last.

“We’re all right,” ses Charlie; “you look arter your own young man. We can look arter ourselves.”

“Speak for yourself,” ses Mrs. Jennings, very sharp.

Charlie laughed, and the more Mrs. Jennings showed ‘er dislike for ‘is nonsense the more he gave way to it. Even Ted thought it was going too far, and tried to interfere when he put his arm round Mrs. Jennings’s waist and made ‘er dance to a piano-organ; but there was no stopping ‘im, and at last Mrs. Jennings said she had ‘ad enough of it, and told Emma she was going off ‘ome.

“Don’t take no notice of ‘im,” ses Emma.

“I must,” ses Mrs. Jennings, who was arf crying with rage.

“Well, if you go ‘ome, I shall go,” ses Emma. “I don’t want ‘is company. I believe he’s doing it on purpose.

“Behave yourself, Charlie,” ses Ted.

“All right, old man,” ses Charlie. “You look arter your young woman and I’ll look arter mine.”

“Your wot?” ses Mrs. Jennings, very loud.

“My young woman,” ses Charlie.

“Look ‘ere,” ses Emma. “You may as well know first as last—Sophy ‘as got a young man.”

“O’ course she ‘as,” ses Charlie. “Twenty-seven on the second of next January, he is; same as me.”

“She’s going to be married,” ses Emma, very solemn.

“Yes, to me,” ses Charlie, pretending to be surprised. “Didn’t you know that?”

He looked so pleased with ‘imself at his cleverness that Emma arf put up her ‘and, and then she thought better of it and turned away.

“He’s just doing it to get rid of you,” she ses to Mrs. Jennings, “and if you give way you’re a bigger silly than I took you for. Let ‘im go on and ‘ave his own way, and tell your intended about ‘im when you see ‘im. Arter all, you started it.”

“I was only ‘aving a bit o’ fun,” ses Mrs. Jennings.

“Well, so is he,” ses Emma.

“Not me!” ses Charlie, turning his eyes up. “I’m in dead earnest; and so is she. It’s only shyness on ‘er part; it’ll soon wear off.”

He took ‘old of Mrs. Jennings’s arm agin and began to tell ‘er ‘ow lonely ‘is life was afore she came acrost his path like an angel that had lost its way. And he went on like that till she told Emma that she’d either ‘ave to go off ‘ome or scream. Ted interfered agin then, and, arter listening to wot he ‘ad got to say, Charlie said as ‘ow he’d try and keep his love under control a bit more.

“She won’t stand much more of it,” he ses to Ted, arter they ‘ad got ‘ome that night. “I shouldn’t be surprised if she don’t turn up to-morrow.”

Ted shook his ‘ead. “She’ll turn up to oblige Emma,” he ses; “but there’s no need for you to overdo it, Charlie. If her young man ‘appened to get to ‘ear of it it might cause trouble.”

“I ain’t afraid of ‘im,” ses Charlie, “not if your description of ‘im is right.”

“Emma knows ‘im,” ses Ted, “and I know she don’t think much of ‘im. She says he ain’t as big as I am.”

Charlie smiled to himself and laid awake for a little while thinking of pet names to surprise Mrs. Jennings with. He called ‘er a fresh one every night for a week, and every night he took ‘er a little bunch o’ flowers with ‘is love. When she flung ‘em on the pavement he pretended to think she ‘ad dropped ‘em; but, do wot he would, ‘e couldn’t frighten ‘er into staying away, and ‘is share of music-’alls and bus rides and things like that was more than ‘e cared to think of. All the time Ted was as happy as a sand-boy, and one evening when Emma asked ‘im to go ‘ome to supper ‘e was so pleased ‘e could ‘ardly speak.

“Father thought he’d like to see you,” ses Emma. “I shall be proud to shake ‘im by the ‘and,” ses Ted, going red with joy.

“And you’re to come, too, Sophy,” ses Emma, turning to Mrs. Jennings.

Charlie coughed, feeling a bit orkard-like, and Emma stood there as if waiting for ‘im to go.