"Yes," I ses, staring at him. "But wot's it got to do with you?"

"Nothing," he ses. "Nothing. Only I'm going to try the poll-parrot
voice and the sawdust walk on her, that's all. If I can deceive 'er
that'll settle it."

"Deceive her?" I ses. "Do you think I'm going to let you go round to
my 'ouse and get me into trouble with the missis like that? Why, you
must be crazy; that dancing must 'ave got into your 'ead."

"Where's the 'arm?" he ses, very sulky.

"'Arm?" I ses. "I won't 'ave it, that's all; and if you knew my missis
you'd know without any telling."

"I'll bet you a pound to a sixpence she wouldn't know me," he ses, very
earnest.

"She won't 'ave the chance," I ses, "so that's all about it."

He stood there argufying for about ten minutes; but I was as firm as a
rock. I wouldn't move an inch, and at last, arter we was both on the
point of losing our tempers, he picked up his bag and said as 'ow he
must be getting off 'ome.

"But ain't you going to take those things off fust?" I ses.

"No," he ses, smiling. "I'll wait till I get 'ome. Ta-ta."