London (England) -- Fiction; Working class -- Fiction
The invitation was one not to be declined. The loud smack on the scarlet
face made Lindsay stagger; the next moment he had seized a wooden chair,
and the speaker had similarly armed himself. Voices in the room shouted,
Payne hammered on the table before him, everybody, in an excited way,
begged everybody else to keep calm. Erb made his way, thrusting aside
the intervening arm, to the quarter of the room where the two men were
facing each other. Lindsay swung his chair, and the other guarded; the
two chairs broke noisily, and left the two disputants holding a single
wooden leg. Spanswick remarked that Lindsay seemed about as successful
in undertakings of this kind as in his love affairs, and the St. Pancras
youth, goaded by this, brought the leg of the chair viciously down on the
head of his opponent. A red line matted the hair; the room filled with
uproar.
“Stop ’em! Keep ’em apart!”
“Let ’em fight it out! Stand back and let ’em finish it!”
“Leave off shoving me then! I’ve got as good a right to look on as you
have. For two pins—”
“The other one began it. He asked for it.”
“I beg your pardon, he did nothing of the kind whatsoever. Keep your
elbows out of the way, or else I’ll serve you like he served him. Yes,
and quick about it, too!”
The sight of blood excited all to the point of ill-temper. Two, with the
best intentions, held Erb firmly, screaming to him urgent recommendations
to keep cool, and as Erb was the only man in the room capable of
exercising any control over the members, there seemed no reason why the
disturbance should not go on for all time; the arrival of the landlord
with a threat of police caused the two men to loosen their hold of Erb,
and he, with a fierce remark condemning the stupidity of all, freed
himself, and took charge of the proceedings. Ordered Payne to turn the
landlord out and lock the door. Directed his supporters to resume their
seats. Found the decanter, the contents of which had been only partly
upset, and, pouring water into the palm of his hand, bathed the damaged
man’s head. Commanded Lindsay to stand away at the end of the room by
himself, which that young man did, to his own astonishment, in the manner
of a penitent schoolboy. Gave orders to members of one or two disputant
groups, causing them to separate and occupy themselves with other duties.
Whispered to Payne. Payne went back to his chair and his hammer.
“Friends,” cried Payne, mopping his forehead, “this meeting’s going to be
adjourned for ’alf a hower so as to get cool.”
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