Half an hour more and the curtain went up. The play was indeed thrilling. Liza quite forgot her companion, and was intent on the scene; she watched the incidents breathlessly, trembling with excitement, almost beside herself at the celebrated hanging incident. When the curtain fell on the first act she sighed and mopped her face. 'See 'ow 'ot I am.' she said to Jim, giving him her hand. 'Yus, you are!' he remarked, taking it. 'Leave go!' she said, trying to withdraw it from him. 'Not much,' he answered, quite boldly. 'Garn! Leave go!' But he didn't, and she really did not struggle very violently. The second act came, and she shrieked over the comic man; and her laughter rang higher than anyone else's, so that people turned to look at her, and said: 'She is enjoyin' 'erself.' Then when the murder came she bit her nails and the sweat stood on her forehead in great drops; in her excitement she even called out as loud as she could to the victim, 'Look aht!' It caused a laugh and slackened the tension, for the whole house was holding its breath as it looked at the villains listening at the door, creeping silently forward, crawling like tigers to their prey. Liza trembling all over, and in her terror threw herself against Jim, who put both his arms round her, and said: 'Don't be afride, Liza; it's all right.' At last the men sprang, there was a scuffle, and the wretch was killed, then came the scene depicted on the posters--the victim's son knocking at the door, on the inside of which were the murderers and the murdered man. At last the curtain came down, and the house in relief burst forth into cheers and cheers; the handsome hero in his top hat was greeted thunderously; the murdered man, with his clothes still all disarranged, was hailed with sympathy; and the villains--the house yelled and hissed and booed, while the poor brutes bowed and tried to look as if they liked it. 'I am enjoyin' myself,' said Liza, pressing herself quite close to Jim; 'you are a good sort ter tike me--Jim.' He gave her a little hug, and it struck her that she was sitting just as Sally had done, and, like Sally, she found it 'jam'. The _entr'actes_ were short and the curtain was soon up again, and the comic man raised customary laughter by undressing and exposing his nether garments to the public view; then more tragedy, and the final act with its darkened room, its casting lots, and its explosion. When it was all over and they had got outside Jim smacked his lips and said: 'I could do with a gargle; let's go onto thet pub there.' 'I'm as dry as bone,' said Liza; and so they went. When they got in they discovered they were hungry, and seeing some appetising sausage-rolls, ate of them, and washed them down with a couple of pots of beer; then Jim lit his pipe and they strolled off. They had got quite near the Westminster Bridge Road when Jim suggested that they should go and have one more drink before closing time. 'I shall be tight,' said Liza.