'Ere she is now.' The landlady--who at this moment entered through the door at the back of the bar--was a large woman with a highly-coloured countenance and a tremendous bust, incased in a black dress with a shot silk blouse.

She had several jewelled gold rings on the fingers of each fat white hand, and a long gold watch guard hung round her fat neck.

She greeted Crass and Philpot with condescension, smiling affably upon them.
Meantime the game of shove-ha'penny proceeded merrily, the Semi-drunk taking a great interest in it and tendering advice to both players impartially.

Bundy was badly beaten, and then Easton suggested that it was time to think of going home.

This proposal--slightly modified--met with general approval, the modification being suggested by Philpot, who insisted on standing one final round of drinks before they went.
While they were pouring this down their throats, Crass took a penny from his waistcoat pocket and put it in the slot of the polyphone.