cried Mr. Kidd, almost dancing with fury. "And go on keeping "im in idleness till they do?"
"You"ll get it all back out o" my share," said Mr. Gibbs, with dignity.
"But you can please yourself. If you like to call it quits now, I don"t mind."
Mr. Brown took his seething friend aside, and conferred with him in low but earnest tones. Mr. Gibbs, with an indifferent air, stood by whistling softly.
""Ow long will they take to grow?" inquired Mr. Kidd, turning to him with a growl.
Mr. Gibbs shrugged his shoulders. "Can"t say," he replied; "but I should think two or three weeks would be enough for "er to reckernize me by. If she don"t, we must wait another week or so, that"s all."
"Well, there won"t be much o" your share left, mind that," said Mr. Kidd, glowering at him.
"I can"t help it," said Mr. Gibbs. "You needn"t keep reminding me of it."
They walked the rest of the way in silence; and for the next fortnight Mr. Gibbs"s friends paid nightly visits to note the change in his appearance, and grumble at its slowness.
"We"ll try and pull it off to-morrow night," said Mr. Kidd, at the end of that period. "I"m fair sick o" lending you money."
Mr. Gibbs shook his head and spoke sagely about not spoiling the ship for a ha"porth o" tar; but Mr. Kidd was obdurate.
"There"s enough for "er to reckernize you by," he said, sternly, "and we don"t want other people to. Meet us at the Monument at eight o"clock to-morrow night, and we"ll get it over."
"Give your orders," said Mr. Gibbs, in a nasty voice.
"Keep your "at well over your eyes," commanded Mr. Kidd, sternly. "Put them spectacles on wot I lent you, and it wouldn"t be a bad idea if you tied your face up in a piece o" red flannel."
"I know wot I"m going to do without you telling me," said Mr. Gibbs, nodding. "I"ll bet you pots round that you don"t either of you reckernize me tomorrow night."
The bet was taken at once, and from eight o"clock until ten minutes to nine the following night Messrs. Kidd and Brown did their best to win it.
Then did Mr. Kidd, turning to Mr. Brown in perplexity, inquire with many redundant words what it all meant.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Gone!" exclaimed both gentlemen. "Where?"]
"He must "ave gone on by "imself," said Mr. Brown. "We"d better go and see."
In a state of some disorder they hurried back to Wapping, and, mounting the stairs to Mrs. Gibbs"s room, found the door fast. To their fervent and repeated knocking there was no answer.
"Ah, you won"t make her "ear," said a woman, thrusting an untidy head over the bal.u.s.ters on the next landing. "She"s gone."
"Gone!" exclaimed both gentlemen. "Where?"
"Canada," said the woman. "She went off this morning."
Mr. Kidd leaned up against the wall for support; Mr. Brown stood open-mouthed and voiceless.
"It was a surprise to me," said the woman, "but she told me this morning she"s been getting ready on the quiet for the last fortnight. Good spirits she was in, too; laughing like anything."
"Laughing!" repeated Mr. Kidd, in a terrible voice.
The woman nodded. "And when I spoke about it and reminded "er that she "ad only just lost "er pore husband, I thought she would ha" burst," she said, severely. "She sat down on that stair and laughed till the tears ran dowwn "er face like water."
Mr. Brown turned a bewildered face upon his partner. "Laughing!" he said, slowly. "Wot "ad she got to laugh at?"
"Two born-fools," replied Mr. Kidd.
GOOD INTENTIONS
"Jealousy; that"s wot it is," said the night-watchman, trying to sneer-- "pure jealousy." He had left his broom for a hurried half-pint at the "Bull"s Head"--left it leaning in a negligent att.i.tude against the warehouse-wall; now, lashed to the top of the crane at the jetty end, it pointed its soiled bristles towards the evening sky and defied capture.
"And I know who it is, and why "e"s done it," he continued. "Fust and last, I don"t suppose I was talking to the gal for more than ten minutes, and "arf of that was about the weather.
"I don"t suppose anybody "as suffered more from jealousy than wot I "ave: Other people"s jealousy, I mean. Ever since I was married the missis has been setting traps for me, and asking people to keep an eye on me. I blacked one of the eyes once--like a fool--and the chap it belonged to made up a tale about me that I ain"t lived down yet.
"Years ago, when I was out with the missis one evening, I saved a gal"s life for her. She slipped as she was getting off a bus, and I caught "er just in time. Fine strapping gal she was, and afore I could get my balance we "ad danced round and round "arfway acrost the road with our arms round each other"s necks, and my missis watching us from the pavement. When we were safe, she said the gal "adn"t slipped at all; and, as soon as the gal "ad got "er breath, I"m blest if she didn"t say so too.
"You can"t argufy with jealous people, and you can"t shame "em. When I told my missis once that I should never dream of being jealous of her, instead of up and thanking me for it, she spoilt the best frying-pan we ever had. When the widder-woman next-door but two and me "ad rheumatics at the same time, she went and asked the doctor whether it was catching.
"The worse trouble o" that kind I ever got into was all through trying to do somebody else a kindness. I went out o" my way to do it; I wasted the whole evening for the sake of other people, and got into such trouble over it that even now it gives me the cold shivers to think of.
"Cap"n Tarbell was the man I tried to do a good turn to; a man what used to be master of a ketch called the _Lizzie and Annie,_ trading between "ere and Sh.o.r.emouth. "Artful Jack" he used to be called, and if ever a man deserved the name, he did. A widder-man of about fifty, and as silly as a boy of fifteen. He "ad been talking of getting married agin for over ten years, and, thinking it was only talk, I didn"t give "im any good advice. Then he told me one night that "e was keeping company with a woman named Lamb, who lived at a place near Sh.o.r.emouth. When I asked "im what she looked like, he said that she had a good "art, and, knowing wot that meant, I wasn"t at all surprised when he told me some time arter that "e had been a silly fool.
""Well, if she"s got a good "art," I ses, "p"r"aps she"ll let you go."
""Talk sense," he ses. "It ain"t good enough for that. Why, she worships the ground I tread on. She thinks there is n.o.body like me in the whole wide world."
""Let"s "ope she"ll think so arter you"re married," I ses, trying to cheer him up.
""I"m not going to get married," he ses. "Leastways, not to "er. But "ow to get out of it without breaking her "art and being had up for breach o" promise I can"t think. And if the other one got to "ear of it, I should lose her too."
""Other one?" I ses, "wot other one?"
"Cap"n Tarbell shook his "ead and smiled like a silly gal.
""She fell in love with me on top of a bus in the Mile End Road," he ses.
"Love at fust sight it was. She"s a widder lady with a nice little "ouse at Bow, and plenty to live on-her "usband having been a builder. I don"t know what to do. You see, if I married both of "em it"s sure to be found out sooner or later."
""You"ll be found out as it is," I ses, "if you ain"t careful. I"m surprised at you."
""Yes," he ses, getting up and walking backwards and forwards; "especially as Mrs. Plimmer is always talking about coming down to see the ship. One thing is, the crew won"t give me away; they"ve been with me too long for that. P"r"aps you could give me a little advice, Bill."
"I did. I talked to that man for an hour and a"arf, and when I "ad finished he said he didn"t want that kind of advice at all. Wot "e wanted was for me to tell "im "ow to get rid of Miss Lamb and marry Mrs.
Plimmer without anybody being offended or having their feelings hurt.