"It bears some thinkin' about, don't it?" said Shoddy. "Why, you're trem'lin' like a blessed leaf!" "I should think I was trem'lin'! So would you if you'd been through wot I been ... Shod!" "Yuss, Alfie?" "I see the 'ole blessed thing!" "I thought you would." "It was 'er wot broke the jooler's winder for me!" "That's wot they say." "They? Who?" "Lots o' people. I 'eard it down some mews: some o' the pipers 'ave 'inted at it. Topham's in fair 'ot water all round; they say 'e's 'ushed it up because she's in serciety." "Wot's 'er nime, Shod?" "Lidy Moyle--Lidy Vera Moyle, I think it is. And 'ere's another thing, a thing that I was forgettin'." "Out with it." "I see 'er come 'ere this afternoon, whilst I was watchin' the 'ouse in case you come out." "My Gawd, Shoddy! Let me sit up. I can't breathe lyin' down." "She 'ad some flowers wiv 'er," said Shoddy, pursuing his reminiscences. "Looks as though she's got a friend in the 'ome." "I'm the friend," said Mr. Croucher grimly. "Take and run yer light over that wash-stand; the guv'nor brought 'em up 'isself wiv these 'ere smokes." "Roses, in the month o' March!" murmured Shoddy, as a bowl of beauties filled the disk of light; "'ot'ouse flowers for little Alfie! Why, the girl's fair struck on you, cully!" "I'll strike 'er!" said Alfie, through teeth that chattered with emotion. "I very near 'anged for the little biter, and don't you forget it!" "Not me," said Shoddy, steering for the bed with his headlights of white-hot filament and red-hot cigar. "That's wot brought me 'ere through thick and thin." "So she's the great unknown!" said Croucher more than once, but not twice in the same tone. "So it was 'er, was it?" he inquired as often, until Shoddy insisted on a hearing. "Don't I keep tellin' yer?" said Shoddy. "That's wot brings me, at the gaudiest risks you ever see--only to 'ear you gas! Can't you listen for a change? There's a big thing on if you've guts enough for the job." It was a simple thing, however, like most big things; the projector had it at his finger-ends; and in a very few minutes Mr. Croucher was considering a complete, crude, and yet eminently practical proposition. "There's money in it," he was forced to admit, "if there ain't the big money you flatter yerself. But I believe she thinks o' givin' me a start in life any'ow." "This'd be a start an' a finish, Alfie! Besides, it'd be your revenge; don't you forget wot you've been through," urged the other. "Catch me!" said Croucher, eagerly. "But--don'cher see? I been through so much that I was lookin' forward to dossin' down 'ere a bit. I ain't the man I was. It's wot I need. Where's the fire, as I said afore? The gal won't run away." "That's just wot she will, Alfie; goin' abroad any day--an' might get married any day, a piece like 'er. Then you might find it more of a job. There's another 'old we've got, an' might lose any old day."