Mrs. Jennings ceased from any pretence of housewifery, and would sometimes sit—­perchance not quite sober—­while Bob washed the children in the evening, opening her mouth only to express her contempt for him and his establishment, and to make him understand that she was sick of both.  Once, exasperated by his quietness, she struck at him, and for a moment he was another man.  ‘Don’t do that, Melier,’ he said, ’else I might forget myself.’  His manner surprised his wife:  and it was such that she never did do that again.

So was Bob Jennings:  without a friend in the world, except his sister, who chid him, and the children, who squalled at him:  when his wife vanished with the lodger, the clock, a shade of wax flowers, Bob’s best boots (which fitted the lodger), and his silver watch.  Bob had returned, as usual, to the dirt and the children, and it was only when he struck a light that he found the clock was gone.

‘Mummy tooked ve t’ock,’ said Milly, the eldest child, who had followed him in from the door, and now gravely observed his movements.  ’She tooked ve t’ock an’ went ta-ta.  An’ she tooked ve fyowers.’

Bob lit the paraffin lamp with the green glass reservoir, and carried it and its evil smell about the house.  Some things had been turned over and others had gone, plainly.  All Melier’s clothes were gone.  The lodger was not in, and under his bedroom window, where his box had stood, there was naught but an oblong patch of conspicuously clean wallpaper.  In a muddle of doubt and perplexity, Bob found himself at the front door, staring up and down the street.  Divers women-neighbours stood at their doors, and eyed him curiously; for Mrs. Webster, moralist, opposite, had not watched the day’s proceedings (nor those of many other days) for nothing, nor had she kept her story to herself.

He turned back into the house, a vague notion of what had befallen percolating feebly through his bewilderment.  ‘I dunno—­I dunno,’ he faltered, rubbing his ear.  His mouth was dry, and he moved his lips uneasily, as he gazed with aimless looks about the walls and ceiling.  Presently his eyes rested on the child, and ‘Milly,’ he said decisively, ’come an ‘ave yer face washed.’

He put the children to bed early, and went out.  In the morning, when his sister came, because she had heard the news in common with everybody else, he had not returned.  Bob Jennings had never lost more than two quarters in his life, but he was not seen at the workshop all this day.  His sister stayed in the house, and in the evening, at his regular homing-time, he appeared, haggard and dusty, and began his preparations for washing the children.  When he was made to understand that they had been already attended to, he looked doubtful and troubled for a moment.  Presently he said:  ’I ain’t found ’er yet, Jin; I was in ’opes she might ‘a’ bin back by this.  I—­I don’t expect she’ll be very long.  She was alwis a bit larky, was Melier; but very good-’arted.’