Mr. Kybird said, "Oh, indeed." His daughter tossed her head and bade Mr. Nugent take his nonsense to people who might like it.
"Last time I see you," said Mr. Kybird, pursing up his lips and gazing at the counter in an effort of memory; "last time I see you was one fifth o" November when you an" another bright young party was going about in two suits o" oilskins wot I"d been "unting for "igh and low all day long."
Jack Nugent sighed. "They were happy times, Kybird."
"Might ha" been for you," retorted the other, his temper rising a little at the remembrance of his wrongs.
"Have you come home for good? inquired Miss Kybird, curiously. Have you seen your father? He pa.s.sed here a little while ago."
"I saw him," said Jack, with a brevity which was not lost upon the astute Mr. Kybird. "I may stay in Sunwich, and I may not--it all depends."
"You"re not going "ome?" said Mr. Kybird.
"No."
The shopkeeper stood considering. He had a small room to let at the top of his house, and he stood divided between the fear of not getting his rent and the joy to a man fond of simple pleasures, to be obtained by dunning the arrogant Captain Nugent for his son"s debts. Before he could arrive at a decision his meditations were interrupted by the entrance of a stout, sandy-haired lady from the back parlour, who, having conquered his scruples against matrimony some thirty years before, had kept a particularly wide-awake eye upon him ever since.
"Your tea"s a-gettin" cold," she remarked, severely.
Her husband received the news with calmness. He was by no means an enthusiast where that liquid was concerned, the admiration evoked by its non-inebriating qualities having been always something in the nature of a mystery to him.
"I"m coming," he retorted; "I"m just "aving a word with Mr. Nugent "ere."
"Well, I never did," said the stout lady, coming farther into the shop and regarding the visitor. "I shouldn"t "ave knowed "im. If you"d asked me who "e was I couldn"t ha" told you--I shouldn"t "ave knowed "im from Adam."
Jack shook his head. "It"s hard to be forgotten like this," he said, sadly. "Even Miss Kybird had forgotten me, after all that had pa.s.sed between us."
"Eh?" said Mr. Kybird.
"Oh, don"t take any notice of him," said his daughter. "I"d like to see myself."
Mr. Kybird paid no heed. He was still thinking of the son of Captain Nugent being indebted to him for lodging, and the more he thought of the idea the better he liked it.
"Well, now you"re "ere," he said, with a great a.s.sumption of cordiality, "why not come in and "ave a cup o" tea?"
The other hesitated a moment and then, with a light laugh, accepted the offer. He followed them into the small and untidy back parlour, and being requested by his hostess to squeeze in next to "Melia at the small round table, complied so literally with the order that that young lady complained bitterly of his encroachments.
"And where do you think of sleeping to-night?" inquired Mr. Kybird after his daughter had, to use her own expressive phrase, shown the guest "his place."
Mr. Nugent shook his head. "I shall get a lodging somewhere," he said, airily.
"There"s a room upstairs as you might "ave if you liked," said Mr. Kybird, slowly. "It"s been let to a very respectable, clean young man for half a crown a week. Really it ought to be three shillings, but if you like to "ave it at the old price, you can."
"Done with you," said the other.
"No doubt you"ll soon get something to do," continued Mr. Kybird, more in answer to his wife"s inquiring glances than anything else. "Half a crown every Sat.u.r.day and the room"s yours."
Mr. Nugent thanked him, and after making a tea which caused Mr. Kybird to congratulate himself upon the fact that he hadn"t offered to board him, sat regaling Mrs. Kybird and daughter with a recital of his adventures in Australia, receiving in return a full and true account of Sunwich and its people up to date.
"There"s no pride about "im, that"s what I like," said Mrs. Kybird to her lord and master as they sat alone after closing time over a gla.s.s of gin and water. "He"s a nice young feller, but bisness is bisness, and s"pose you don"t get your rent?"
"I shall get it sooner or later," said Mr. Kybird. "That stuck-up father of "is "ll be in a fine way at "im living here. That"s wot I"m thinking of."
"I don"t see why," said Mrs. Kybird, bridling. "Who"s Captain Nugent, I should like to know? We"re as good as what "e is, if not better. And as for the gell, if she"d got "all Amelia"s looks she"d do."
""Melia"s a fine-looking gal," a.s.sented Mr. Kybird. "I wonder----"
He laid his pipe down on the table and stared at the mantelpiece. "He seems very struck with "er," he concluded. "I see that directly."
"Not afore I did," said his wife, sharply.
"See it afore you come into the shop," said Mr. Kybird, triumphantly. "It "ud be a strange thing to marry into that family, Emma."
"She"s keeping company with young Teddy Silk," his wife reminded him, coldly; "and if she wasn"t she could do better than a young man without a penny in "is pocket. Pride"s a fine thing, Dan"l, but you can"t live on it."
"I know what I"m talking about," said Mr. Kybird, impatiently. "I know she"s keeping company with Teddy as well as wot you do. Still, as far as money goes, young Nugent "ll be all right."
""Ow?" inquired his wife.
Mr. Kybird hesitated and took a sip of his gin and water. Then he regarded the wife of his bosom with a calculating glance which at once excited that lady"s easily kindled wrath.
"You know I never tell secrets," she cried.
"Not often," corrected Mr. Kybird, "but then I don"t often tell you any. Wot would you say to young Nugent coming into five "undred pounds "is mother left "im when he"s twenty-five? He don"t know it, but I do."
"Five "undred," repeated his wife, "sure?"
"No," said the other, "I"m not sure, but I know. I "ad it from young Roberts when "e was at Stone and Dartnell"s. Five "undred pounds! I shall get my money all right some time, and, if "e wants a little bit to go on with, "e can have it. He"s honest enough; I can see that by his manner."
Upstairs in the tiny room under the tiles Mr. Jack Nugent, in blissful ignorance of his landlord"s generous sentiments towards him, slept the sound, dreamless sleep of the man free from monetary cares. In the sanct.i.ty of her chamber Miss Kybird, gazing approvingly at the reflection of her yellow hair and fine eyes in the little cracked looking-gla.s.s, was already comparing him very favourably with the somewhat pessimistic Mr. Silk.
CHAPTER VIII
Mr. Nugent"s return caused a sensation in several quarters, the feeling at Equator Lodge bordering close upon open mutiny. Even Mrs. Kingdom plucked up spirit and read the astonished captain a homily upon the first duties of a parent--a homily which she backed up by reading the story of the Prodigal Son through to the bitter end. At the conclusion she broke down entirely and was led up to bed by Kate and Bella, the sympathy of the latter taking an acute form, and consisting mainly of innuendoes which could only refer to one person in the house.
Kate Nugent, who was not p.r.o.ne to tears, took a different line, but with no better success. The captain declined to discuss the subject, and, after listening to a description of himself in which Nero and other celebrities figured for the purpose of having their characters whitewashed, took up his hat and went out.
Jem Hardy heard of the new arrival from his partner, and, ignoring that gentleman"s urgent advice to make hay while the sun shone and take Master Nugent for a walk forthwith sat thoughtfully considering how to turn the affair to the best advantage. A slight outbreak of diphtheria at Fullalove Alley had, for a time, closed that thoroughfare to Miss Nugent, and he was inclined to regard the opportune arrival of her brother as an effort of Providence on his behalf.
For some days, however, he looked for Jack Nugent in vain, that gentleman either being out of doors engaged in an earnest search for work, or snugly seated in the back parlour of the Kybirds, indulging in the somewhat perilous pastime of paying compliments to Amelia Kybird. Remittances which had reached him from his sister and aunt had been promptly returned, and he was indebted to the amiable Mr. Kybird for the bare necessaries of life. In these circ.u.mstances a warm feeling of grat.i.tude towards the family closed his eyes to their obvious shortcomings.
He even obtained work down at the harbour through a friend of Mr. Kybird"s. It was not of a very exalted nature, and caused more strain upon the back than the intellect, but seven years of roughing it had left him singularly free from caste prejudices, a freedom which he soon discovered was not shared by his old acquaintances at Sunwich. The discovery made him somewhat bitter, and when Hardy stopped him one afternoon as he was on his way home from work he tried to ignore his outstretched hand and continued on his way.
"It is a long time since we met," said Hardy, placing himself in front of him.
"Good heavens," said Jack, regarding him closely, "it"s Jemmy Hardy-- grown up spick and span like the industrious little boys in the school-books. I heard you were back here."