"No," was the reply.
Mr. Swann put his looking-gla.s.s away and watched the other as he crossed over to the window and gazed through the small, dirty panes at the bustling life of the harbour below. For a short time Hardy stood gazing in silence, and then, suddenly crossing the room, took his hat from a peg and went out.
"Restless," said the senior partner, wiping his folders with great care and putting them on. "Wonder where he"s put that manifest."
He went over to the other"s desk and opened a drawer to search for it. Just inside was a sheet of foolscap, and Mr. Swann with growing astonishment slowly mastered the contents.
"See her as often as possible."
"Get to know some of her friends."
"Try and get hold of the old lady."
"Find out her tastes and ideas."
"Show my hand before Murchison has it all his own way."
"It seems to me," said the bewildered shipbroker, carefully replacing the paper, "that my young friend is looking out for another partner. He hasn"t lost much time."
He went back to his seat and resumed his work. It occurred to him that he ought to let his partner know what he had seen, and when Hardy returned he had barely seated himself before Mr. Swann with a mysterious smile crossed over to him, bearing a sheet of foolscap.
"Try and dress as well as my partner," read the astonished Hardy. "What"s the matter with my clothes? What do you mean?"
Mr. Swann, in place of answering, returned to his desk and, taking up another sheet of foolscap, began to write again, holding up his hand for silence as Hardy repeated his question. When he had finished his task he brought it over and placed it in the other"s hand.
"Take her little brother out for walks."
Hardy crumpled the paper up and flung it aside. Then, with his face crimson, he stared wrathfully at the benevolent Swann.
"It"s the safest card in the pack," said the latter. "You please everybody; especially the little brother. You should always hold his hand--it looks well for one thing, and if you shut your eyes--"
"I don"t want any of your nonsense," said the maddened Jem. "What do you mean by reading my private papers?"
"I came over to look for the manifest," said Mr. Swann, "and I read it before I could make out what it was. You must admit it"s a bit cryptic. I thought it was a new game at first. Getting hold of the old lady sounds like a sort of blind-man"s buff. But why not get hold of the young one? Why waste time over--"
"Go to the devil," said the junior partner.
"Any more suggestions I can give you, you are heartily welcome to," said Mr. Swann, going back to his seat. "All my vast experience is at your service, and the best and sweetest and prettiest girls in Sunwich regard me as a sort of second father."
"What"s a second father?" inquired Jim, looking up--"a grandfather?"
"Go your own way," said the other; "I wash my hands of you. You"re not in earnest, or you"d clutch at any straw. But let me give you one word of advice. Be careful how you get hold of the old lady; let her understand from the commencement that it isn"t her."
Mr. Hardy went on with his work. There was a pile of it in front of him and an acc.u.mulation in his drawers. For some time he wrote a.s.siduously, but work was dry after the subject they had been discussing. He looked over at his partner and, seeing that that gentleman was gravely busy, reopened the matter with a jeer.
"Old maids always know most about rearing children," he remarked; "so I suppose old bachelors, looking down on life from the top shelf, think they know most about marriage."
"I wash my hands of you," repeated the senior, placidly. "I am not to be taunted into rendering first aid to the wounded."
The conscience-stricken junior lost his presence of mind. "Who"s trying to taunt you?" he demanded, hotly. "Why, you"d do more harm than good."
"Put a bandage round the head instead of the heart, I expect," a.s.sented the chuckling Swann. "Top shelf, I think you said; well, I climbed there for safety."
"You must have been much run after," said his partner.
"I was," said the other. "I suppose that"s why it is I am always so interested in these affairs. I have helped to marry so many people in this place, that I"m almost afraid to stir out after dark."
Hardy"s reply was interrupted by the entrance of Mr. Edward Silk, a young man of forlorn aspect, who combined in his person the offices of messenger, cleaner, and office-boy to the firm. He brought in some letters, and placing them on Mr. Swann"s desk retired.
"There"s another," said the latter, as the door closed. "His complaint is Amelia Kybird, and he"s got it badly. She"s big enough to eat him, but I believe that they are engaged. Perseverance has done it in his case. He used to go about like a blighted flower--"
"I am rather busy," his partner reminded him.
Mr. Swann sighed and resumed his own labours. For some time both men wrote in silence. Then the elder suddenly put his pen down and hit his desk a noisy thump with his fist.
"I"ve got it," he said, briskly; "apologize humbly for all your candour, and I will give you a piece of information which shall brighten your dull eyes, raise the corners of your drooping mouth, and renew once more the pink and cream in your youthful cheeks."
"Look here--" said the overwrought Hardy.
"Samson Wilks," interrupted Mr. Swann, "number three, Fullalove Alley, at home Fridays, seven to nine, to the daughter of his late skipper, who always visits him on that day. Don"t thank me, Hardy, in case you break down. She"s a very nice girl, and if she had been born twenty years earlier, or I had been born twenty years later, or you hadn"t been born at all, there"s no saying what might not have happened."
"When I want you to interfere in my business," said Hardy, working sedulously, "I"ll let you know."
"Very good," replied Swann; "still, remember Thursdays, seven to nine."
"Thursdays," said Hardy, incautiously; "why, you said Fridays just now."
Mr. Swann made no reply. His nose was immersed in the folds of a large handkerchief, and his eyes watered profusely behind his gla.s.ses. It was some minutes before he had regained his normal composure, and even then the sensitive nerves of his partner were offended by an occasional belated chuckle.
Although by dint of casual and cautious inquiries Mr. Hardy found that his partner"s information was correct, he was by no means guilty of any feelings of grat.i.tude towards him; and he only glared scornfully when that excellent but frivolous man mounted a chair on Friday afternoon, and putting the clock on a couple of hours or so, urged him to be in time.
The evening, however, found him starting slowly in the direction of Fullalove Alley. His father had gone to sea again, and the house was very dull; moreover, he felt a mild curiosity to see the changes wrought by time in Mr. Wilks. He walked along by the sea, and as the church clock struck the three-quarters turned into the alley and looked eagerly round for the old steward.
The labours of the day were over, and the inhabitants were for the most part out of doors taking the air. Shirt-sleeved householders, leaning against their door-posts smoking, exchanged ideas across the narrow s.p.a.ce paved with cobble-stones which separated their small and ancient houses, while the matrons, more gregariously inclined, bunched in little groups and discussed subjects which in higher circles would have inundated the land with libel actions. Up and down the alley a tiny boy all ready for bed, with the exception of his nightgown, mechanically avoided friendly palms as he sought anxiously for his mother.
The object of Mr. Hardy"s search sat at the door of his front room, which opened on to the alley, smoking an evening pipe, and noting with an interested eye the doings of his neighbours. He was just preparing to draw himself up in his chair as the intruder pa.s.sed, when to his utter astonishment that gentleman stopped in front of him, and taking possession of his hand shook it fervently.
"How do you do?" he said, smiling.
Mr. Wilks eyed him stupidly and, releasing his hand, coyly placed it in his trouser-pocket and breathed hard.
"I meant to come before," said Hardy, "but I"ve been so busy. How are you?"
Mr. Wilks, still dazed, muttered that he was very well. Then he sat bolt upright in his chair and eyed his visitor suspiciously.
"I"ve been longing for a chat with you about old times," said Hardy; "of all my old friends you seem to have changed the least. You don"t look a day older."
"I"m getting on," said Mr. Wilks, trying to speak coldly, but observing with some gratification the effect produced upon his neighbours by the appearance of this well-dressed acquaintance.