As she started to dress herself with feverish haste, Chook recovered enough from his astonishment to ask her where she was going.
"To Paddy's, of course," she replied fiercely.

"Yer sneaked off last week on yer own, an' cum 'ome so knocked out that yer couldn't eat yer breakfast." A cold shiver ran through Chook.

Her mind was affected, and in a flash he saw his wife taken to the asylum and himself left desolate.

Then he understood, and burst into a roar.
"Git into bed again, Liz," he cried.

"Ye're walkin' in yer sleep." "Wot's the time ?" she asked, with a suspicious look.
"Five past twelve," said Chook, reluctantly.
"An' ye're only just come 'ome! Wot d'ye mean by stoppin' out till this time of night ?" she cried, turning on him furiously, but secretly relieved, like a patient who finds the dentist is out.
"The play was out late, an' we..." stammered Chook.
As he stammered, Pinkey caught sight of a rip in his sleeve, and looking at him intently, was horrified to see his lip cut and bleeding.
She gave a cry of terror and burst into tears.
"Yer never went to no play; yer've bin fightin'," she sobbed.
"No, I ain't, fair dinkum," cried Chook.