SHIRLEY. I did. Me age come out at a coroner's inquest on me daughter. BARBARA. Steady? SHIRLEY. Teetotaller. Never out of a job before. Good worker. And sent to the knockers like an old horse! BARBARA. No matter: if you did your part God will do his. SHIRLEY [suddenly stubborn] My religion's no concern of anybody but myself. BARBARA [guessing] I know. Secularist? SHIRLEY [hotly] Did I offer to deny it? BARBARA. Why should you? My own father's a Secularist, I think. Our Father--yours and mine--fulfils himself in many ways; and I daresay he knew what he was about when he made a Secularist of you. So buck up, Peter! we can always find a job for a steady man like you. [Shirley, disarmed, touches his hat. She turns from him to Bill]. What's your name? BILL [insolently] Wot's that to you? BARBARA [calmly making a note] Afraid to give his name. Any trade? BILL. Who's afraid to give his name? [Doggedly, with a sense of heroically defying the House of Lords in the person of Lord Stevenage] If you want to bring a charge agen me, bring it. [She waits, unruffled]. My name's Bill Walker. BARBARA [as if the name were familiar: trying to remember how] Bill Walker? [Recollecting] Oh, I know: you're the man that Jenny Hill was praying for inside just now. [She enters his name in her note book]. BILL. Who's Jenny Hill? And what call has she to pray for me? BARBARA. I don't know. Perhaps it was you that cut her lip. BILL [defiantly] Yes, it was me that cut her lip. I ain't afraid o you. BARBARA. How could you be, since you're not afraid of God? You're a brave man, Mr. Walker. It takes some pluck to do our work here; but none of us dare lift our hand against a girl like that, for fear of her father in heaven. BILL [sullenly] I want none o your cantin jaw. I suppose you think I come here to beg from you, like this damaged lot here. Not me. I don't want your bread and scrape and catlap. I don't believe in your Gawd, no more than you do yourself. BARBARA [sunnily apologetic and ladylike, as on a new footing with him] Oh, I beg your pardon for putting your name down, Mr. Walker. I didn't understand. I'll strike it out. BILL [taking this as a slight, and deeply wounded by it] Eah! you let my name alone. Ain't it good enough to be in your book? BARBARA [considering] Well, you see, there's no use putting down your name unless I can do something for you, is there? What's your trade? BILL [still smarting] That's no concern o yours. BARBARA. Just so. [very businesslike] I'll put you down as [writing] the man who--struck--poor little Jenny Hill--in the mouth. BILL [rising threateningly] See here. I've ad enough o this. BARBARA [quite sunny and fearless] What did you come to us for? BILL. I come for my girl, see? I come to take her out o this and to break er jaws for her.