“Stop jeering at me!” said Trampy, shaking her violently. “You’re dragging me in the mud; it’s like those whippings of yours! I’m tired of the affronts you put upon me! You ought to have married your Jimmy and left me in peace.”
“I can’t say,” sneered Lily, “that I remember running after you!”
“That Jimmy!” repeated Trampy. “I’ll kill that fellow like a dog! If I don’t do it now, I will later, in a year, in a hundred years, if necessary. I’ll kill him like a dog!”
Lily gave a little laugh as she went out, followed by Trampy. She did not wish, in that lobby, before the people passing, to look like a woman insulted by her husband. She laughed bravely, as she used to, on the stage, with Ma, in the days of the great smackings. To see her laugh, one would have thought that Trampy was telling her a story; and he repeated:
“I’ll kill him like a dog, like a dog!”
“Pooh!” said Lily, who knew Trampy. “You talk too much to act.”
“We shall see. Where’s your Jimmy hiding?”
“You’d be nicely caught, if you met him,” said Lily, who had just noticed Jimmy leaving the music-hall to go to the Kolossal: “there he is, behind you.”...
“What’s that? Don’t you try to get at me!” said Trampy.
“I tell you, he’s behind you, damn it! Turn round and you’ll see ... if you have eyes to see with.”