Liza and Tom and the Blakestons had got a seat together, Liza being between the two men. Tom was perfectly happy, and only wished that they might go on so for ever. Gradually as they drove along they became quieter, their singing ceased, and they talked in undertones. Some of them slept; Sally and her young man were leaning up against one another, slumbering quite peacefully. The night was beautiful, the sky still blue, very dark, scattered over with countless brilliant stars, and Liza, as she looked up at the heavens, felt a certain emotion, as if she wished to be taken in someone's arms, or feel some strong man's caress; and there was in her heart a strange sensation as though it were growing big. She stopped speaking, and all four were silent. Then slowly she felt Tom's arm steal round her waist, cautiously, as though it were afraid of being there; this time both she and Tom were happy. But suddenly there was a movement on the other side of her, a hand was advanced along her leg, and her hand was grasped and gently pressed. It was Jim Blakeston. She started a little and began trembling so that Tom noticed it, and whispered: 'You're cold, Liza.' 'Na, I'm not, Tom; it's only a sort of shiver thet went through me.' His arm gave her waist a squeeze, and at the same time the big rough hand pressed her little one. And so she sat between them till they reached the 'Red Lion' in the Westminster Bridge Road, and Tom said to himself: 'I believe she does care for me after all.' When they got down they all said good night, and Sally and Liza, with their respective slaves and the Blakestons, marched off homewards. At the corner of Vere Street Harry said to Tom and Blakeston: 'I say, you blokes, let's go an' 'ave another drink before closin' time.' 'I don't mind,' said Tom, 'after we've took the gals 'ome.' 'Then we shan't 'ave time, it's just on closin' time now.' answered Harry. 'Well, we can't leave 'em 'ere.' 'Yus, you can,' said Sally. 'No one'll run awy with us.' Tom did not want to part from Liza, but she broke in with: 'Yus, go on, Tom. Sally an' me'll git along arright, an' you ain't got too much time.' 'Yus, good night, 'Arry,' said Sally to settle the matter. 'Good night, old gal,' he answered, 'give us another slobber.' And she, not at all unwilling, surrendered herself to him, while he imprinted two sounding kisses on her cheeks. 'Good night, Tom,' said Liza, holding out her hand. 'Good night, Liza,' he answered, taking it, but looking very wistfully at her. She understood, and with a kindly smile lifted up her face to him. He bent down and, taking her in his arms, kissed her passionately. 'You do kiss nice, Liza,' he said, making the others laugh. 'Thanks for tikin' me aht, old man,' she said as they parted. 'Arright, Liza,' he answered, and added, almost to himself: 'God bless yer!' ''Ulloa, Blakeston, ain't you comin'?' said Harry, seeing that Jim was walking off with his wife instead of joining him and Tom.