Alfie muttered something about sauce under his breath, but ventured no audible retort.
"Well, what's the matter?" Jenny asked. "Get it over and done with."
"Where were you last night?"
"I told you. At Covent Garden Ball."
"And afterwards?"
"I went home with Ireen."
"And that's a —— lie," shouted Alfie. "Because I saw you go off with a fellah."
"What of it, Mr. Nosy Parker? And don't use your navvy's language to me, because I don't like it."
"That's quite right," May agreed. "He ought to be ashamed of himself."
"You shut up, you silly kid," Alfie commanded.