"Might I arsk," said the solemnly enraged Mr. Silk, "might I arsk you not to be so free with my Christian name?"
"He doesn"t like his name now," said Nugent, drawing his chair closer to Miss Kybird"s, "and I don"t wonder at it. What shall we call him? Job? What"s that work you"re doing? Why don"t you get on with that fancy waistcoat you are doing for me?"
Before Miss Kybird could deny all knowledge of the article in question her sorely tried swain created a diversion by rising. To that simple act he imparted an emphasis which commanded the attention of both beholders, and, drawing over to Miss Kybird, he stood over her in an att.i.tude at once terrifying and reproachful.
"Take your choice, Amelia," he said, in a thrilling voice. "Me or "im-- which is it to be?"
"Here, steady, old man," cried the startled Nugent. "Go easy."
"Me or "im?" repeated Mr. Silk, in stern but broken accents.
Miss Kybird giggled and, avoiding his gaze, looked pensively at the faded hearthrug.
"You"re making her blush," said Mr. Nugent, sternly. "Sit down, Teddy; I"m ashamed of you. We"re both ashamed of you. You"re confusing us dreadfully proposing to us both in this way."
Mr. Silk regarded him with a scornful eye, but Miss Kybird, bidding him not to be foolish, punctuated her remarks with the needle, and a struggle, which Mr. Silk regarded as unseemly in the highest degree, took place between them for its possession.
Mr. Nugent secured it at last, and brandishing it fiercely extorted feminine screams from Miss Kybird by threatening her with it. Nor was her mind relieved until Mr. Nugent, remarking that he would put it back in the pincushion, placed it in the leg of Mr. Edward Silk.
Mr. Kybird and his wife, entering through the shop, were just in time to witness a spirited performance on the part of Mr. Silk, the cherished purpose of which was to deprive them of a lodger. He drew back as they entered and, raising his voice above Miss Kybird"s, began to explain his action.
"Teddy, I"m ashamed of you," said Mr. Kybird, shaking his head. "A little joke like that; a little innercent joke."
"If it "ad been a darning-needle now--" began Mrs. Kybird.
"All right," said the desperate Mr. Silk, ""ave it your own way. Let "Melia marry "im--I don"t care---I give "er up."
"Teddy!" said Mr. Kybird, in a shocked voice. "Teddy!"
Mr. Silk thrust him fiercely to one side and pa.s.sed raging through the shop. The sound of articles falling in all directions attested to his blind haste, and the force with which he slammed the shop-door was sufficient evidence of his state of mind.
"Well, upon my word," said the staring Mr. Kybird; "of all the outrageyous--"
"Never mind "im," said his wife, who was sitting in the easy chair, distributing affectionate smiles between her daughter and the startled Mr. Nugent. "Make "er happy, Jack, that"s all I arsk. She"s been a good gal, and she"ll make a good wife. I"ve seen how it was between you for some time."
"So "ave I," said Mr. Kybird. He shook hands warmly with Mr. Nugent, and, patting that perturbed man on the back, surveyed him with eyes glistening with approval.
"It"s a bit rough on Teddy, isn"t it?" inquired Mr. Nugent, anxiously; "besides--"
"Don"t you worry about "im," said Mr. Kybird, affectionately. "He ain"t worth it."
"I wasn"t," said Mr. Nugent, truthfully. The situation had developed so rapidly that it had caught him at a disadvantage. He had a dim feeling that, having been the cause of Miss Kybird"s losing one young man, the most elementary notions of chivalry demanded that he should furnish her with another. And this idea was clearly uppermost in the minds of her parents. He looked over at Amelia and with characteristic philosophy accepted the position.
"We shall be the handsomest couple in Sunwich," he said, simply.
"Bar none," said Mr. Kybird, emphatically.
The stout lady in the chair gazed ax the couple fondly. "It reminds me of our wedding," she said, softly. "What was it Tom Fletcher said, father? Can you remember?"
""Arry Smith, you mean," corrected Mr. Kybird.
"Tom Fletcher said something, I"m sure," persisted his wife.
"He did," said Mr. Kybird, grimly, "and I pretty near broke "is "ead for it. "Arry Smith is the one you"re thinking of."
Mrs. Kybird after a moment"s reflection admitted that he was right, and, the chain of memory being touched, waxed discursive about her own wedding and the somewhat exciting details which accompanied it. After which she produced a bottle labelled "Port wine" from the cupboard, and, filling four gla.s.ses, celebrated the occasion in a befitting but sober fashion.
"This," said Mr. Nugent, as he sat on his bed that night to take his boots off, "this is what comes of trying to make everybody happy and comfortable with a little fun. I wonder what the governor"ll say."
CHAPTER IX
The news of his only son"s engagement took Captain Nugent"s breath away, which, all things considered, was perhaps the best thing it could have done. He sat at home in silent rage, only exploding when the well-meaning Mrs. Kingdom sought to minimize his troubles by comparing them with those of Job. Her reminder that to the best of her remembrance he had never had a boil in his life put the finishing touch to his patience, and, despairing of drawing-room synonyms for the words which trembled on his lips, he beat a precipitate retreat to the garden.
His son bore his new honours bravely. To an appealing and indignant letter from his sister he wrote gravely, reminding her of the difference in their years, and also that he had never interfered in her flirtations, however sorely his brotherly heart might have been wrung by them. He urged her to forsake such diversions for the future, and to look for an alliance with some n.o.ble, open-handed man with a large banking account and a fondness for his wife"s relatives.
To Jem Hardy, who ventured on a delicate re-monstrance one evening, he was less patient, and displayed a newly acquired dignity which was a source of considerable embarra.s.sment to that well-meaning gentleman. He even got up to search for his hat, and was only induced to resume his seat by the physical exertions of his host.
"I didn"t mean to be offensive," said the latter. "But you were," said the aggrieved man. Hardy apologized.
"Talk of that kind is a slight to my future wife," said Nugent, firmly. "Besides, what business is it of yours?"
Hardy regarded him thoughtfully. It was some time since he had seen Miss Nugent, and he felt that he was losing valuable time. He had hoped great things from the advent of her brother, and now his intimacy seemed worse than useless. He resolved to take him into his confidence.
"I spoke from selfish motives," he said, at last. "I wanted you to make friends with your father again."
"What for?" inquired the other, staring.
"To pave the way for me," said Hardy, raising his voice as he thought of his wrongs; "and now, owing to your confounded matrimonial business, that"s all knocked on the head. I wouldn"t care whom you married if it didn"t interfere with my affairs so."
"Do you mean," inquired the astonished Mr. Nugent, "that you want to be on friendly terms with my father?"
"Yes."
Mr. Nugent gazed at him round-eyed. "You haven"t had a blow on the head or anything of that sort at any time, have you?" he inquired.
Hardy shook his head impatiently. "You don"t seem to suffer from an excess of intellect yourself," he retorted. "I don"t want to be offensive again, still, I should think it is pretty plain there is only one reason why I should go out of my way to seek the society of your father."
"Say what you like about my intellect," replied the dutiful son, "but I can"t think of even one--not even a small one. Not--Good gracious! You don"t mean--you can"t mean--"
Hardy looked at him.
"Not that," said Mr. Nugent, whose intellect had suddenly become painfully acute--"not her?"
"Why not?" inquired the other.