“I never said I wasn't,” retorted the culprit, defiantly. “If people liked to think I was a single man, I don't care; it's got nothing to do with them. Besides, she lives at Stepney, and I don't 'ear from 'er once in six months; she don't interfere with me and I don't interfere with her.”
Mrs. Silk got up from her chair and stood confronting him with her hand grasping the back of it. Her cold eyes gleamed and her face worked with spite as she tried in vain to catch his eye. Of Mr. Nugent and his ingenuous surprise at her behaviour she took no notice at all.
“You're a deceiver,” she gasped; “you've been behaving like a single man and everybody thought you was a single man.”
“I hope you haven't been paying attentions to anybody, Sam,” said Mr. Nugent in a shocked voice.
“A-ah,” said Mrs. Silk, shivering with anger. “Ask 'im; the deceiving villain. Ask anybody, and see what they'll tell you. Oh, you wicked man, I wonder you can look me in the face!”
Truth to tell, Mr. Wilks was looking in any direction but hers. His eyes met Nugent's, but there was a look of such stern disdain on that gentleman's face that he was fain to look away again.
“Was it a friend of yours?” inquired the artless Mr. Nugent.