"No," I ses. 

     "'Ave you been on the look-out?" he ses.  "I don't suppose a nice gal like that would come and shove her 'ead in at the gate. Did you look up and down the road?" 

     "Yes," I ses.  "I've fair made my eyes ache watching for her." 

     "I can't understand it," he ses.  "It's a mystery to me, unless p'r'aps she's been taken ill. She must 'ave seen me here in the fust place; and she managed to get hold of my name. Mark my words, I shall 'ear from her agin." 

     "'Ow do you know?" I ses. 

     "I feel it 'ere," he ses, very solemn, laying his 'and on his chest. 

     I didn't know wot to do. Wot with 'is foolishness and his missis's temper, I see I 'ad made a mess of it. He told me she had 'ardly spoke a word to 'im for two days, and when I said—being a married man myself—     that it might ha' been worse, 'e said I didn't know wot I was talking about. 

     I did a bit o' thinking arter he 'ad gorn aboard agin. I dursn't tell     'im that I 'ad wrote the letter, but I thought if he 'ad one or two more he'd see that some one was 'aving a game with 'im, and that it might do     'im good. Besides which it was a little amusement for me. 

     Arter everybody was in their beds asleep I sat on a clerk's stool in the office and wrote 'im another letter from Dorothy. I called 'im "Dear Bill," and I said 'ow sorry I was that I 'adn't had even a sight of 'im lately, having been laid up with a sprained ankle and 'ad only just got about agin. I asked 'im to meet me at Cleopatra's Needle at eight o'clock, and said that I should wear the blue 'at with red roses. 

     It was a very good letter, but I can see now that I done wrong in writing it. I was going to post it to 'im, but, as I couldn't find an envelope without the name of the blessed wharf on it, I put it in my pocket till I got 'ome. 

     I got 'ome at about a quarter to seven, and slept like a child till pretty near four. Then I went downstairs to 'ave my dinner. 

     The moment I opened the door I see there was something wrong. Three times my missis licked 'er lips afore she could speak. Her face 'ad gone a dirty white colour, and she was leaning forward with her 'ands 

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