"I don"t want anybody to help me spend my money," he said, slowly.
"First and last I"ve saved a tidy bit. I"ve got this house, those three cottages in Turner"s Lane, and pretty near six hundred pounds in the bank."
Mr. Smithson"s eyes glistened.
"I had thought--it had occurred to me," said Mr. Clarkson, trying to keep as near the truth as possible, "to leave my property to a friend o" mine --a hard-working man with a large family. However, it"s no use talking about that now. It"s too late."
"Who--who was it?" inquired his friend, trying to keep his voice steady.
Mr. Clarkson shook his head. "It"s no good talking about that now, George," he said, eyeing him with sly enjoyment. "I shall have to leave everything to my wife now. After all, perhaps it does more harm than good to leave money to people."
"Rubbish!" said Mr. Smithson, sharply. "Who was it?"
"You, George," said Mr. Clarkson, softly.
"Me?" said the other, with a gasp. "Me?" He jumped up from his chair, and, seizing the other"s hand, shook it fervently.
"I oughtn"t to have told you, George," said Mr. Clarkson, with great satisfaction. "It"ll only make you miserable. It"s just one o" the might ha" beens."
Mr. Smithson, with his back to the fire and his hands twisted behind him, stood with his eyes fixed in thought.
"It"s rather cool of Phipps," he said, after a long silence; "rather cool, I think, to go out of the world and just leave his wife to you to look after. Some men wouldn"t stand it. You"re too easy-going, Bob, that"s what"s the matter with you."
Mr. Clarkson sighed.
"And get took advantage of," added his friend.
"It"s all very well to talk," said Mr. Clarkson, "but what can I do? I ought to have spoke up at the time. It"s too late now."
"If I was you," said his friend very earnestly, "and didn"t want to marry her, I should tell her so. Say what you like it ain"t fair to her you know. It ain"t fair to the pore woman. She"d never forgive you if she found it out."
"Everybody"s taking it for granted," said the other.
"Let everybody look after their own business," said Mr. Smithson, tartly.
"Now, look here, Bob; suppose I get you out of this business, how am I to be sure you"ll leave your property to me?--not that I want it. Suppose you altered your will?"
"If you get me out of it, every penny I leave will go to you," said Mr.
Clarkson, fervently. "I haven"t got any relations, and it don"t matter in the slightest to me who has it after I"m gone."
"As true as you stand there?" demanded the other, eyeing him fixedly.
"As true as I stand here," said Mr. Clarkson, smiting his chest, and shook hands again.
Long after his visitor had gone he sat gazing in a brooding fashion at the fire. As a single man his wants were few, and he could live on his savings; as the husband of Mrs. Phipps he would be compelled to resume the work he thought he had dropped for good three years before.
Moreover, Mrs. Phipps possessed a strength of character that had many times caused him to congratulate himself upon her choice of a husband.
Slowly but surely his fetters were made secure. Two days later the widow departed to spend six weeks with a sister; but any joy that he might have felt over the circ.u.mstance was marred by the fact that he had to carry her bags down to the railway station and see her off. The key of her house was left with him, with strict injunctions to go in and water her geraniums every day, while two canaries and a bullfinch had to be removed to his own house in order that they might have constant attention and company.
"She"s doing it on purpose," said Mr. Smithson, fiercely; "she"s binding you hand and foot."
Mr. Clarkson a.s.sented gloomily. "I"m trusting to you, George," he remarked.
"How"d it be to forget to water the geraniums and let the birds die because they missed her so much?" suggested Mr. Smithson, after prolonged thought.
Mr. Clarkson shivered.
"It would be a hint," said his friend.
Mr. Clarkson took some letters from the mantelpiece and held them up.
"She writes about them every day," he said, briefly, "and I have to answer them."
"She--she don"t refer to your getting married, I suppose?" said his friend, anxiously.
Mr. Clarkson said "No. But her sister does," he added. "I"ve had two letters from her."
Mr. Smithson got up and paced restlessly up and down the room. "That"s women all over," he said, bitterly. "They never ask for things straight out; but they always get "em in roundabout ways. She can"t do it herself, so she gets her sister to do it."
Mr. Clarkson groaned. "And her sister is hinting that she can"t leave the house where she spent so many happy years," he said, "and says what a pleasant surprise it would be for Mrs. Phipps if she was to come home and find it done up."
"That means you"ve got to live there when you"re married," said his friend, solemnly.
Mr. Clarkson glanced round his comfortable room and groaned again. "She asked me to get an estimate from Digson," he said, dully. "She knows as well as I do her sister hasn"t got any money. I wrote to say that it had better be left till she comes home, as I might not know what was wanted."
Mr. Smithson nodded approval.
"And Mrs. Phipps wrote herself and thanked me for being so considerate,"
continued his friend, grimly, "and says that when she comes back we must go over the house together and see what wants doing."
Mr. Smithson got up and walked round the room again.
"You never promised to marry her?" he said, stopping suddenly.
"No," said the other. "It"s all been arranged for me. I never said a word. I couldn"t tell Phipps I wouldn"t have her with them all standing round, and him thinking he was doing me the greatest favour in the world."
"Well, she can"t name the day unless you ask her," said the other. "All you"ve got to do is to keep quiet and not commit yourself. Be as cool as you can, and, just before she comes home, you go off to London on business and stay there as long as possible."
Mr. Clarkson carried out his instructions to the letter, and Mrs. Phipps, returning home at the end of her visit, learned that he had left for London three days before, leaving the geraniums and birds to the care of Mr. Smithson. From the hands of that unjust steward she received two empty bird-cages, together with a detailed account of the manner in which the occupants had effected their escape, and a bullfinch that seemed to be suffering from torpid liver. The condition of the geraniums was ascribed to worms in the pots, frost, and premature decay.
"They go like it sometimes," said Mr. Smithson, "and when they do nothing will save "em."
Mrs. Phipps thanked him. "It"s very kind of you to take so much trouble," she said, quietly; "some people would have lost the cages too while they were about it."
"I did my best," said Mr. Smithson, in a surly voice.
"I know you did," said Mrs. Phipps, thoughtfully, "and I am sure I am much obliged to you. If there is anything of yours I can look after at any time I shall be only too pleased. When did you say Mr. Clarkson was coming back?"
"He don"t know," said Mr. Smithson, promptly. "He might be away a month; and then, again, he might be away six. It all depends. You know what business is."
"It"s very thoughtful of him," said Mrs. Phipps. "Very."