"You"ll have Bella all to yourself to-morrow evening."
Mr. Wright flushed. "How did you manage that?" he inquired. "It"s the first time she has ever been out with me alone."
"She ain"t coming out," said Mr. Kemp. "She"s going to stay at home and mind the shop; it"s the mother what"s coming out. Going to spend the evening with me!"
Mr. Wright frowned. "What did you do that for?" he demanded, hotly.
"I didn"t do it," said Mr. Kemp, equably; "they done it. The old lady says that, just for once in her life, she wants to see how it feels to spend money like water."
"_Money like water!_" repeated the horrified Mr. Wright. "Money like-- I"ll "money" her--I"ll----"
"It don"t matter to me," said Mr. Kemp. "I can have a headache or a chill, or something of that sort, if you like. I don"t want to go. It"s no pleasure to me."
"What will it cost?" demanded Mr. Wright, pacing up and down the room.
The rich uncle made a calculation. "She wants to go to a place called the Empire," he said, slowly, "and have something for supper, and there"d be cabs and things. I dessay it would cost a couple o" pounds, and it might be more. But I"d just as soon ave" a chill--just."
Mr. Wright groaned, and after talking of Mrs. Bradshaw as though she were already his mother-in-law, produced the money. His instructions as to economy lasted almost up to the moment when he stood with Bella outside the shop on the following evening and watched the couple go off.
"It"s wonderful how well they get on together," said Bella, as they re-entered the shop and pa.s.sed into the parlour. "I"ve never seen mother take to anybody so quick as she has to him."
"I hope you like him, too," said Mr. Wright.
"He"s a dear," said Bella. "Fancy having all that money. I wonder what it feels like?"
"I suppose I shall know some day," said the young man, slowly; "but it won"t be much good to me unless----"
"Unless?" said Bella, after a pause.
"Unless it gives me what I want," replied the other. "I"d sooner be a poor man and married to the girl I love, than a millionaire."
Miss Bradshaw stole an uneasy glance at his somewhat sallow features, and became thoughtful.
"It"s no good having diamonds and motor-cars and that sort of thing unless you have somebody to share them with," pursued Mr. Wright.
Miss Bradshaw"s eyes sparkled, and at that moment the shop-bell tinkled and a lively whistle sounded. She rose and went into the shop, and Mr.
Wright settled back in his chair and scowled darkly as he saw the intruder.
"Good evening," said the latter. "I want a sixpenny smoke for twopence, please. How are we this evening? Sitting up and taking nourishment?"
Miss Bradshaw told him to behave himself.
"Always do," said the young man. "That"s why I can never get anybody to play with. I had such an awful dream about you last night that I couldn"t rest till I saw you. Awful it was."
"What was it?" inquired Miss Bradshaw.
"Dreamt you were married," said Mr. Hills, smiling at her.
Miss Bradshaw tossed her head. "Who to, pray?" she inquired.
"Me," said Mr. Hills, simply. "I woke up in a cold perspiration.
Halloa! is that Georgie in there? How are you, George? Better?"
"I"m all right," said Mr. Wright, with dignity, as the other hooked the door open with his stick and nodded at him.
"Well, why don"t you look it?" demanded the lively Mr. Hills. "Have you got your feet wet, or what?"
"Oh, be quiet," said Miss Bradshaw, smiling at him.
"Right-o," said Mr. Hills, dropping into a chair by the counter and caressing his moustache. "But you wouldn"t speak to me like that if you knew what a terrible day I"ve had."
"What have you been doing?" asked the girl.
"Working," said the other, with a huge sigh. "Where"s the millionaire?
I came round on purpose to have a look at him."
"Him and mother have gone to the Empire?" said Miss Bradshaw.
Mr. Hills gave three long, penetrating whistles, and then, placing his cigar with great care on the counter, hid his face in a huge handkerchief. Miss Bradshaw, glanced from him to the frowning Mr.
Wright, and then, entering the parlour, closed the door with a bang. Mr.
Hills took the hint, and with a somewhat thoughtful grin departed.
He came in next evening for another cigar, and heard all that there was to hear about the Empire. Mrs. Bradshaw would have treated him but coldly, but the innocent Mr. Kemp, charmed by his manner, paid him great attention.
"He"s just like what I was at his age," he said. "Lively."
"I"m not a patch on you," said Mr. Hills, edging his way by slow degrees into the parlour. "I don"t take young ladies to the Empire. Were you telling me you came over here to get married, or did I dream it?"
""Ark at him," said the blushing Mr. Kemp, as Mrs. Bradshaw shook her head at the offender and told him to behave himself.
"He"s a man any woman might be happy with," said Mr. Hills. "He never knows how much there is in his trousers-pocket. Fancy sewing on b.u.t.tons for a man like that. Gold-mining ain"t in it."
Mrs. Bradshaw shook her head at him again, and Mr. Hills, after apologizing to her for revealing her innermost thoughts before the most guileless of men, began to question Mr. Kemp as to the prospects of a bright and energetic young man, with a distaste for work, in New Zealand.
The audience listened with keen attention to the replies, the only disturbing factor being a cough of Mr. Wright"s, which became more and more troublesome as the evening wore on. By the time uncle and nephew rose to depart the latter was so hoa.r.s.e that he could scarcely speak.
"Why didn"t you tell "em you had got a letter calling you home, as I told you?" he vociferated, as soon as they were clear of the shop.
"I--I forgot it," said the old man.
"Forgot it!" repeated the incensed Mr. Wright.
"What did you think I was coughing like that for--fun?"
"I forgot it," said the old man, doggedly. "Besides, if you take my advice, you"d better let me stay a little longer to make sure of things."
Mr. Wright laughed disagreeably. "I dare say," he said; "but I am managing this affair, not you. Now, you go round to-morrow afternoon and tell them you"re off. D"ye hear? D"ye think I"m made of money? And what do you mean by making such a fuss of that fool, Charlie Hills? You know he is after Bella."
He walked the rest of the way home in indignant silence, and, after giving minute instructions to Mr. Kemp next morning at breakfast, went off to work in a more cheerful frame of mind. Mr. Kemp was out when he returned, and after making his toilet he followed him to Mrs. Bradshaw"s.