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I stared at him.

‘But, heavens, man!’ I cried, ‘you surely don’t think you’ve finished? What about Katie and Andy? What happened to them? Did they ever come together again?’

‘Oh, ah,’ said Henry, ‘I was forgetting!’

And he resumed.

* * * * *

As time went on, I begin to get pretty fed up with young Andy. He was making a fortune as fast as any feller could out of the sudden boom in the supper-custom, and he knowing perfectly well that if it hadn’t of been for Katie there wouldn’t of been any supper-custom at all; and you’d of thought that anyone claiming to be a human being would have had the gratitood to forgive and forget and go over and say a civil word to Katie when she come in. But no, he just hung round looking black at all of them; and one night he goes and fairly does it.

The place was full that night, and Katie was there, and the piano going, and everybody enjoying themselves, when the young feller at the piano struck up the tune what Katie danced to in the show. Catchy tune it was. ‘Lum-tum-tum, tiddle-iddle-um.’ Something like that it went. Well, the young feller struck up with it, and everybody begin clapping and hammering on the tables and hollering to Katie to get up and dance; which she done, in an open space in the middle, and she hadn’t hardly started when along come young Andy.

He goes up to her, all jaw, and I seen something that wanted dusting on the table next to ’em, so I went up and began dusting it, so by good luck I happened to hear the whole thing.

He says to her, very quiet, ‘You can’t do that here. What do you think this place is?’

And she says to him, ‘Oh, Andy!’

‘I’m very much obliged to you,’ he says, ‘for all the trouble you seem to be taking, but it isn’t necessary. MacFarland’s got on very well before your well-meant efforts to turn it into a bear-garden.’

And him coining the money from the supper-custom! Sometimes I think gratitood’s a thing of the past and this world not fit for a self-respecting rattlesnake to live in.

‘Andy!’ she says.

‘That’s all. We needn’t argue about it. If you want to come here and have supper, I can’t stop you. But I’m not going to have the place turned into a night-club.’

I don’t know when I’ve heard anything like it. If it hadn’t of been that I hadn’t of got the nerve, I’d have give him a look.

Katie didn’t say another word, but just went back to her table.

But the episode, as they say, wasn’t conclooded. As soon as the party she was with seen that she was through dancing, they begin to kick up a row; and one young nut with about an inch and a quarter of forehead and the same amount of chin kicked it up especial.

‘No, I say! I say, you know!’ he hollered. ‘That’s too bad, you know. Encore! Don’t stop. Encore!’

Andy goes up to him.

‘I must ask you, please, not to make so much noise,’ he says, quite respectful. ‘You are disturbing people.’

‘Disturbing be damned! Why shouldn’t she–‘

‘One moment. You can make all the noise you please out in the street, but as long as you stay in here you’ll be quiet. Do you understand?’

Up jumps the nut. He’d had quite enough to drink. I know, because I’d been serving him.

‘Who the devil are you?’ he says.

‘Sit down,’ says Andy.

And the young feller took a smack at him. And the next moment Andy had him by the collar and was chucking him out in a way that would have done credit to a real professional down Whitechapel way. He dumped him on the pavement as neat as you please.