I turned to her, hardly able to speak. ’Where ’s the Bench, if you please?’ She pointed. I looked on an immense high wall. The blunt flames of the fire opposite threw a sombre glow on it.
The girl said, ’And don’t you go hopping into debt, my young cock-sparrow, or you’ll know one side o’ the turnkey better than t’ other.’ She had a friend with her who chid her for speaking so freely.
‘Is it too late to go in to-night?’ I asked.
She answered that it was, and that she and her friend were the persons to show me the way in there. Her friend answered more sensibly: ’Yes, you can’t go in there before some time—in the morning.’
I learnt from her that the Bench was a debtors’ prison.
The saucy girl of the pair asked me for money. I handed her a crown-piece.
‘Now won’t you give another big bit to my friend?’ said she.
I had no change, and the well-mannered girl bade me never mind, the saucy one pressed for it, and for a treat. She was amusing in her talk of the quantity of different fires she had seen; she had also seen accidental-death corpses, but never a suicide in the act; and here she regretted the failure of her experiences. This conversation of a good-looking girl amazed me. Presently Temple cried, ’A third house caught, and no engines yet! Richie, there’s an old woman in her night-dress; we can’t stand by.’
The saucy girl joked at the poor half-naked old woman. Temple stood humping and agitating his shoulders like a cat before it springs. Both the girls tried to stop us. The one I liked best seized my watch, and said, ‘Leave this to me to take care of,’ and I had no time to wrestle for it. I had a glimpse of her face that let me think she was not fooling me, the watch-chain flew off my neck, Temple and I clove through the crowd of gapers. We got into the heat, which was in a minute scorching. Three men were under the window; they had sung out to the old woman above to drop a blanket—she tossed them a water-jug. She was saved by the blanket of a neighbour. Temple and I strained at one corner of it to catch her.