The very next visit introduced a fresh complication, it being evident to the most indifferent spectator that Mr. Stiles and the widow were getting on very friendly terms. Glances of unmistakable tenderness pa.s.sed between them, and on the occasion of the third visit Mr. Burton sat an amazed and scandalised spectator of a flirtation of the most p.r.o.nounced description. A despairing attempt on his part to lead the conversation into safer and, to his mind, more becoming channels only increased his discomfiture. Neither of them took any notice of it, and a minute later Mr. Stiles called the widow a "saucy little baggage," and said that she reminded him of the d.u.c.h.ess of Marford.
"I used to think she was the most charming woman in England," he said, meaningly.
Mrs. Dutton simpered and looked down; Mr. Stiles moved his chair a little closer to her, and then glanced thoughtfully at his friend.
"Burton," he said.
"Sir," snapped the other.
"Run back and fetch my pipe for me," said Mr. Stiles. "I left it on the mantelpiece."
Mr. Burton hesitated, and, the widow happening to look away, shook his fist at his superior officer.
"Look sharp," said Mr. Stiles, in a peremptory voice.
"I"m very sorry, sir," said Mr. Burton, whose wits were being sharpened by misfortune, "but I broke it."
"Broke it?" repeated the other.
"Yes, sir," said Mr. Burton. "I knocked it on the floor and trod on it by accident; smashed it to powder."
Mr. Stiles rated him roundly for his carelessness, and asked him whether he knew that it was a present from the Italian Amba.s.sador.
"Burton was always a clumsy man," he said, turning to the widow. "He had the name for it when he was on the Destruction with me; "Bungling Burton" they called him."
He divided the rest of the evening between flirting and recounting various anecdotes of Mr. Burton, none of which were at all flattering either to his intelligence or to his sobriety, and the victim, after one or two futile attempts at contradiction, sat in helpless wrath as he saw the infatuation of the widow. They were barely clear of the house before his pent-up emotions fell in an avalanche of words on the faithless Mr.
Stiles.
"I can"t help being good-looking," said the latter, with a smirk.
"Your good looks wouldn"t hurt anybody," said Mr. Burton, in a grating voice; "it"s the admiral business that fetches her. It"s turned "er head."
Mr. Stiles smiled. "She"ll say "snap" to my "snip" any time," he remarked. "And remember, George, there"ll always be a knife and fork laid for you when you like to come."
"I dessay," retorted Mr. Burton, with a dreadful sneer. "Only as it happens I"m going to tell "er the truth about you first thing to-morrow morning. If I can"t have "er you sha"n"t."
"That"ll spoil your chance, too," said Mr. Stiles. "She"d never forgive you for fooling her like that. It seems a pity neither of us should get her."
"You"re a sarpent," exclaimed Mr. Burton, savagely-"a sarpent that I"ve warmed in my bosom and--"
"There"s no call to be indelicate, George," said Mr. Stiles, reprovingly, as he paused at the door of the house. "Let"s sit down and talk it over quietly."
Mr. Burton followed him into the room and, taking a chair, waited.
"It"s evident she"s struck with me," said Mr. Stiles, slowly; "it"s also evident that if you tell her the truth it might spoil my chances. I don"t say it would, but it might. That being so, I"m agreeable to going back without seeing her again by the six-forty train to-morrow morning if it"s made worth my while."
"Made worth your while?" repeated the other.
"Certainly," said the unblushing Mr. Stiles. "She"s not a bad-looking woman-for her age-and it"s a snug little business."
Mr. Burton, suppressing his choler, affected to ponder. "If "arf a sovereign-" he said, at last.
"Half a fiddlestick!" said the other, impatiently. "I want ten pounds.
You"ve just drawn your pension, and, besides, you"ve been a saving man all your life."
"Ten pounds?" gasped the other. "D"ye think I"ve got a gold-mine in the back garden?"
Mr. Stiles leaned back in his chair and crossed his feet. "I don"t go for a penny less," he said, firmly. "Ten pounds and my ticket back. If you call me any more o" those names I"ll make it twelve."
"And what am I to explain to Mrs. Dutton?" demanded Mr. Burton, after a quarter of an hour"s altercation.
"Anything you like," said his generous friend. "Tell her I"m engaged to my cousin, and our marriage keeps being put off and off on account of my eccentric behaviour. And you can say that that was caused by a splinter of a sh.e.l.l striking my head. Tell any lies you like; I shall never turn up again to contradict them. If she tries to find out things about the admiral, remind her that she promised to keep his visit here secret."
For over an hour Mr. Burton sat weighing the advantages and disadvantages of this proposal, and then-Mr. Stiles refusing to seal the bargain without-shook hands upon it and went off to bed in a state of mind hovering between homicide and lunacy.
He was up in good time next morning, and, returning the shortest possible answers to the remarks of Mr. Stiles, who was in excellent feather, went with him to the railway station to be certain of his departure.
It was a delightful morning, cool and bright, and, despite his misfortunes. Mr. Burton"s spirits began to rise as he thought of his approaching deliverance. Gloom again overtook him at the booking-office, where the unconscionable Mr. Stiles insisted firmly upon a first-cla.s.s ticket.
"Who ever heard of an admiral riding third?" he demanded, indignantly.
"But they don"t know you"re an admiral," urged Mr. Burton, trying to humour him.
"No; but I feel like one," said Mr. Stiles, slapping his pocket. "I"ve always felt curious to see what it feels like travelling first-cla.s.s; besides, you can tell Mrs. Dutton."
"I could tell "er that in any case," returned Mr. Burton.
Mr. Stiles looked shocked, and, time pressing, Mr. Burton, breathing so hard that it impeded his utterance, purchased a first-cla.s.s ticket and conducted him to the carriage. Mr. Stiles took a seat by the window and lolling back put his foot up on the cushions opposite. A large bell rang and the carriage-doors were slammed.
"Good-bye, George," said the traveller, putting his head to the window.
"I"ve enjoyed my visit very much."
"Good riddance," said Mr. Burton, savagely.
Mr. Stiles shook his head. "I"m letting you off easy," he said, slowly.
"If it hadn"t ha" been for one little thing I"d have had the widow myself."
"What little thing?" demanded the other, as the train began to glide slowly out.
"My wife," said Mr. Stiles, as a huge smile spread slowly over his face.
"Good-bye, George, and don"t forget to give my love when you go round."