ied by their husbands,
some old and evidently sodden with drink. In one corner of the public
bar, drinking beer or gin with a number of young fellows, were three
young girls who worked at a steam laundry in the neighbourhood. Two
large, fat, gipsy-looking women: evidently hawkers, for on the floor
beside them were two baskets containing bundles of
flowers--chrysanthemums and Michaelmas daisies. There were also two
very plainly and shabbily dressed women about thirty-five years of age,
who were always to be found there on Saturday nights, drinking with any
man who was willing to pay for them. The behaviour of these two women
was very quiet and their manners unobtrusive. They seemed to realize
that they were there only on sufferance, and their demeanour was
shamefaced and humble.

The majority of the guests were standing. The floor was sprinkled with
sawdust which served to soak up the beer that slopped out of the
glasses of those whose hands were too unsteady to hold them upright.
The air was foul with the smell of beer, spirits and tobacco smoke, and
the uproar was deafening, for nearly everyone was talking at the same
time, their voices clashing discordantly with the strains of the
Polyphone, which was playing 'The Garden of Your Heart'. In one corner
a group of men convulsed with laughter at the details of a dirty story
related by one of their number. Several impatient customers were
banging the bottoms of their empty glasses or pewters on the counter
and shouting their orders for more beer. Oaths, curses and obscene
expressions resounded on every hand, coming almost as frequently from
the women as the men. And over all the rattle of money, the ringing of
the cash register. The clinking and rattling of the glasses and pewter
pots as they were being washed, and the gurgling noise made by the beer
as it poured into the drinking vessels from the taps of the beer
engine, whose handles were almost incessantly manipulated by the
barman, the Old Dear and the glittering landlady, whose silken blouse,
bejewelled hair, ears, neck and fingers scintillated gloriously in the
blaze of the gaslight.

The scene was so novel and strange to Ruth that she felt dazed and
bewildered. Previous to her marriage she had been a total abstainer,
but since then she had occasionally taken a glass of beer with Easton
for company's sake with their Sunday dinner at home; but it was
generally Easton who went out and bought the beer in a