'One 'ud think yer'd never been to a theatre in your life before,' she said. 'I never seen anything so good, I can tell yer. You tike my tip, and git Tom ter tike yer.' 'I don't want ter go; an' if I did I'd py for myself an' go alone.' 'Cheese it! That ain't 'alf so good. Me an' 'Arry, we set together, 'im with 'is arm round my wiste and me oldin' 'is 'and. It was jam, I can tell yer!' 'Well, I don't want anyone sprawlin' me abaht, thet ain't my mark!' 'But I do like 'Arry; you dunno the little ways 'e 'as; an' we're goin' ter be married in three weeks now. 'Arry said, well, 'e says, "I'll git a licence." "Na," says I, "'ave the banns read aht in church: it seems more reg'lar like to 'ave banns; so they're goin' ter be read aht next Sunday. You'll come with me 'an 'ear them, won't yer, Liza?"' 'Yus, I don't mind.' On the way home Sally insisted on stopping in front of the poster and explaining to Liza all about the scene represented. 'Oh, you give me the sick with your "Fital Card", you do! I'm goin' 'ome.' And she left Sally in the midst of her explanation. 'I dunno wot's up with Liza,' remarked Sally to a mutual friend. 'She's always got the needle, some'ow.' 'Oh, she's barmy,' answered the friend. 'Well, I do think she's a bit dotty sometimes--I do really,' rejoined Sally. Liza walked homewards, thinking of the play; at length she tossed her head impatiently. 'I don't want ter see the blasted thing; an' if I see that there Jim I'll tell 'im so; swop me bob, I will.' She did see him; he was leaning with his back against the wall of his house, smoking. Liza knew he had seen her, and as she walked by pretended not to have noticed him. To her disgust, he let her pass, and she was thinking he hadn't seen her after all, when she heard him call her name. 'Liza!' She turned round and started with surprise very well imitated. 'I didn't see you was there!' she said. 'Why did yer pretend not ter notice me, as yer went past--eh, Liza?' 'Why, I didn't see yer.' 'Garn! But you ain't shirty with me?' 'Wot 'ave I got to be shirty abaht?' He tried to take her hand, but she drew it away quickly. She was getting used to the movement. They went on talking, but Jim did not mention the theatre; Liza was surprised, and wondered whether he had forgotten. 'Er--Sally went to the ply last night,' she said, at last. 'Oh!' he said, and that was all. She got impatient. 'Well, I'm off!' she said. 'Na, don't go yet; I want ter talk ter yer,' he replied. 'Wot abaht? anythin' in partickler?' She would drag it out of him if she possibly could. 'Not thet I knows on,' he said, smiling. 'Good night!' she said, abruptly, turning away from him. 'Well, I'm damned if 'e ain't forgotten!' she said to herself, sulkily, as she marched home. The following evening about six o'clock, it suddenly struck her that it was the last night of the 'New and Sensational Drama'.