Would she be glad of
it, feeling herself revenged? His experience of her did not
encourage him to believe that. To all his ill-treatment she had
never answered with anything but tears and submission. He found
himself wishing she were near, to be helpful to him in his
suffering.
Clem could not learn immediately what had come to pass. Finding he
did not keep his appointment for the day after to-morrow, she would
conclude that he had drawn back. But perhaps Jack Bartley's case
would be in the newspapers on that day, and his own name might
appear in the evidence before the magistrates; if Clem learnt the
truth in that way, she would be not a little surprised. He had never
hinted to her the means by which he had been obtaining money.
Voices began to sound from the passage within the house; several
young fellows, one or other of whom probably lived here, had entered
to be out of the rain. One voice, very loud and brutal, Bob quickly
recognised; it was that of Ned Higgs, the ruffian with whom
Bartley's wife had taken up. The conversation was very easy to
overhear; it contained no reference to the 'copping' of Jack.
'Fag ends!' this and that voice kept crying.
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