"Yes," said the girl.
"Wonder why he never married," said Hardy, musingly; "for my part I can"t understand a man remaining single all his life; can you?"
"I never think of such things," said Miss Nugent, coldly--and untruthfully.
"If it was only to have somebody to wait on him and keep his house clean," pursued Hardy, with malice.
Miss Nugent grew restless, and the wrongs of her s.e.x stirred within her. "You have very lofty ideas on the subject," she said, scornfully, "but I believe they are not uncommon."
"Still, you have never thought about such things, you know," he reminded her.
"And no doubt you have devoted a great deal of time to the subject."
Hardy admitted it frankly. "But only since I returned to Sunwich," he said.
"Caused by the spectacle of Sam"s forlorn condition, I suppose," said Miss Nugent.
"No, it wasn"t that," he replied.
Miss Nugent, indignant at having been drawn into such a discussion, lapsed into silence. It was safer and far more dignified, but at the same time she yearned for an opportunity of teaching this presumptuous young man a lesson. So far he had had it all his own way. A way strewn with ambiguities which a modest maiden had to ignore despite herself.
"Of course, Wilks may have had a disappointment," said Hardy, with the air of one willing to make allowances.
"I believe he had about fifty," said the girl, carelessly.
Hardy shook his head in strong disapproval. "No man should have more than one," he said, firmly; "a man of any strength of will wouldn"t have that."
"Strength of will?" repeated the astonished Miss Nugent.
Their eyes met; hers sparkling with indignation; his full of cold calculation. If he had had any doubts before, he was quite sure now that he had gone the right way to work to attract her attention; she was almost quivering with excitement.
"Your ideas will probably change with age--and disappointment," she said, sweetly.
"I shall not be disappointed," said Hardy, coolly. "I"ll take care of that."
Miss Nugent eyed him wistfully and racked her brains for an appropriate and crushing rejoinder. In all her experience--and it was considerable considering her years--she had never met with such carefully constructed audacity, and she longed, with a great longing, to lure him into the open and destroy him. She was still considering ways and means of doing this when the door opened and revealed the surprised and angry form of her father and behind it the pallid countenance of Mr. Wilks. For a moment anger deprived the captain of utterance.
"Who----" he stammered. "What----"
"What a long time you"ve been, father," said Miss Nugent, in a reproving voice. "I began to be afraid you were never going."
"You come home with me," said the captain, recovering.
The command was given in his most imperious manner, and his daughter dropped her m.u.f.f in some resentment as she rose, in order to let him have the pleasure of seeing Mr. Hardy pick it up. It rolled, however, in his direction, and he stooped for it just as Hardy darted forward. Their heads met with a crash, and Miss Nugent forgot her own consternation in the joy of beholding the pitiable exhibition which terror made of Mr. Wilks.
"I"m very sorry," said Hardy, as he reverently dusted the m.u.f.f on his coat-sleeve before returning it. "I"m afraid it was my fault."
"It was," said the infuriated captain, as he held the door open for his daughter. "Now, Kate."
Miss Nugent pa.s.sed through, followed by her father, and escorted to the front door by the steward, whose faint "Good-night" was utterly ignored by his injured commander. He stood at the door until they had turned the corner, and, returning to the kitchen, found his remaining guest holding his aching head beneath the tap.
"And now," said the captain, sternly, to his daughter, "how dare you sit and talk to that young cub? Eh? How dare you?"
"He was there when I went in," said his daughter. "Why didn"t you come out, then?" demanded her father.
"I was afraid of disturbing you and Sam," said Miss Nugent. "Besides, why shouldn"t I speak to him?"
"Why?" shouted the captain. "Why? Because I won"t have it."
"I thought you liked him," said Miss Nugent, in affected surprise. "You patted him on the head."
The captain, hardly able to believe his ears, came to an impressive stop in the roadway, but Miss Nugent walked on. She felt instinctively that the joke was thrown away on him, and, in the absence of any other audience, wanted to enjoy it without interruption. Convulsive and half-suppressed sounds, which she ascribed to a slight cold caught while waiting in the kitchen, escaped her at intervals for the remainder of the journey home.
CHAPTER XI
Jack Nugent"s first idea on seeing a letter from his father asking him to meet him at Samson Wilks"s was to send as impolite a refusal as a strong sense of undutifulness and a not inapt pen could arrange, but the united remonstrances of the Kybird family made him waver.
"You go," said Mr. Kybird, solemnly; "take the advice of a man wot"s seen life, and go. Who knows but wot he"s a thinking of doing something for you?"
"Startin" of you in business or somethin"," said Mrs. Kybird. "But if "e tries to break it off between you and "Melia I hope you know what to say."
"He won"t do that," said her husband.
"If he wants to see me," said Mr. Nugent, "let him come here."
"I wouldn"t "ave "im in my house," retorted Mr. Kybird, quickly. "An Englishman"s "ouse is his castle, and I won"t "ave him in mine."
"Why not, Dan"l," asked his wife, "if the two families is to be connected?"
Mr. Kybird shook his head, and, catching her eye, winked at her with much significance.
""Ave it your own way," said Mrs. Kybird, who was always inclined to make concessions in minor matters. ""Ave it your own way, but don"t blame me, that"s all I ask."
Urged on by his friends Mr. Nugent at last consented, and, in a reply to his father, agreed to meet him at the house of Mr. Wilks on Thursday evening. He was not free him-self from a slight curiosity as to the reasons which had made the captain unbend in so unusual a fashion.
Mr. Nathan Smith put in an appearance at six o"clock on the fatal evening. He was a short, slight man, with a clean-shaven face mapped with tiny wrinkles, and a pair of colourless eyes the blankness of whose expression defied research. In conversation, especially conversation of a diplomatic nature, Mr. Smith seemed to be looking through his opponent at something beyond, an uncomfortable habit which was a source of much discomfort to his victims.
"Here we are, then, Mr. Wilks," he said, putting his head in the door and smiling at the agitated steward.
"Come in," said Mr. Wilks, shortly.
Mr. Smith obliged. "Nice night outside," he said, taking a chair; "clear over"ead. Wot a morning it "ud be for a sail if we was only young enough. Is that terbacker in that canister there?"
The other pushed it towards him.