Sus. You'll tell her, in course?
Mat. No, Sue; he'd hate me, and I couldn't bear that. Oh me! my side! It's so bad!
Sus. Let's try for home, Mattie. It's a long way, and there's nothing to eat when you're there; but you can lie down, and that's everything to them as can't sit up.
Mat. (rising). I keep fancying I'm going to meet my father.
Sus. Let's fancy it then every turn all the way home, an' that'll get us along. There, take my arm. There!—Come along. Exeunt.
Slow music. Twilight.
Enter BILL with a three-legged stool, brushes, etc.
Bill. Come! it's blackin' all over! When gents can't no longer see their boots, 'tain't much use offerin' to shine 'em. But if I can get a penny, I will. I must take a tart to Mattie, or this here damaged one (laying his hand on his stomach) won't go to sleep this night.
Enter WATERFIELD.
Bill. Black your boots for a party, sir?
Wat. (aside) The very rascal I saw her speaking to! But wasn't she a brick not to split! That's what I call devotion now! There are some of them capable of it. I'll set her up for life. I'd give a cool thousand it hadn't happened, though. I saw her father too hanging about Gervaise's yesterday.