It was over a week afore he felt 'e could risk letting Miss Tucker see 'im, and then at seven o'clock one evening he felt 'e couldn't wait any longer, and arter spending an hour cleaning 'imself he started out for the Jolly Pilots.
He felt so 'appy at the idea o' seeing her agin that 'e forgot all about Bill Lumm, and it gave 'im quite a shock when 'e saw 'im standing outside the Pilots. Bill took his 'ands out of 'is pockets when he saw 'im and came toward 'im.
"It's no good to-night, mate," he ses; and to Ginger's great surprise shook 'ands with 'im.
"No good?" ses Ginger, staring.
"No," ses Bill; "he's in the little back-parlour, like a whelk in 'is shell; but we'll 'ave 'im sooner or later."
"Him? Who?" ses Ginger, more puzzled than ever.
"Who?" ses Bill; "why, Webson, the landlord. You don't mean to tell me you ain't heard about it?"
"Heard wot?" ses Ginger. "I haven't 'eard any-thing. I've been indoors with a bad cold all the week."
"Webson and Julia Tucker was married at eleven o'clock yesterday morning," ses Bill Lumm, in a hoarse voice. "When I think of the way I've been done, and wot I've suffered, I feel 'arf crazy. He won a 'undered pounds through me, and then got the gal I let myself be disgraced for. I 'ad an idea some time ago that he'd got 'is eye on her."