"I"m sorry that we can"t ask you to stay with us, Gussie, "specially as you"re so ill," he said, at last; "but p"r"aps you"ll be better after picking a bit."
Mr. Price, who was about to take a slice of bread and b.u.t.ter, refrained, and, closing his eyes, uttered a faint moan. "I sha"n"t last the night,"
he muttered.
"That"s just it," said Mr. Spriggs, eagerly. "You see, Ethel is going to be married in a fortnight, and if you died here that would put it off."
"I might last longer if I was took care of," said the other, opening his eyes.
"And, besides, Ethel don"t know where you"ve been," continued Mr.
Spriggs. "We told "er that you had gone to Australia. She"s going to marry a very partikler young chap-a grocer-and if he found it out it might be awk"ard."
Mr. Price closed his eyes again, but the lids quivered.
"It took "im some time to get over me being a bricklayer," pursued Mr.
Spriggs. "What he"d say to you-"
"Tell "im I"ve come back from Australia, if you like," said Mr. Price, faintly. "I don"t mind."
Mr. Spriggs cleared his throat again. "But, you see, we told Ethel as you was doing well out there," he said, with an embarra.s.sed laugh, "and girl-like, and Alfred talking a good deal about his relations, she-she"s made the most of it."
"It don"t matter," said the complaisant Mr. Price; "you say what you like. I sha"n"t interfere with you."
"But, you see, you don"t look as though you"ve been making money," said his sister, impatiently. "Look at your clothes."
Mr. Price held up his hand. "That"s easy got over," he remarked; "while I"m having a bit of tea George can go out and buy me some new ones. You get what you think I should look richest in, George-a black tail-coat would be best, I should think, but I leave it to you. A bit of a fancy waistcoat, p"r"aps, lightish trousers, and a pair o" nice boots, easy sevens."
He sat upright in his chair and, ignoring the look of consternation that pa.s.sed between husband and wife, poured himself out a cup of tea and took a slice of cake.
"Have you got any money?" said Mr. Spriggs, after a long pause.
"I left it behind me-in Australia," said Mr. Price, with ill-timed facetiousness.
"Getting better, ain"t you?" said his brother-in-law, sharply. "How"s that broken "art getting on?"
"It"ll go all right under a fancy waistcoat," was the reply; "and while you"re about it, George, you"d better get me a scarf-pin, and, if you could run to a gold watch and chain-"
He was interrupted by a frenzied outburst from Mr. Spriggs; a somewhat incoherent summary of Mr. Price"s past, coupled with unlawful and heathenish hopes for his future.
"You"re wasting time," said Mr. Price, calmly, as he paused for breath.
"Don"t get "em if you don"t want to. I"m trying to help you, that"s all.
I don"t mind anybody knowing where I"ve been. I was innercent. If you will give way to sinful pride you must pay for it."
Mr. Spriggs, by a great effort, regained his self-control. "Will you go away if I give you a quid?" he asked, quietly.
"No," said Mr. Price, with a placid smile. "I"ve got a better idea of the value of money than that. Besides, I want to see my dear niece, and see whether that young man"s good enough for her."
"Two quid?" suggested his brother-in-law. Mr. Price shook his head. "I couldn"t do it," he said, calmly. "In justice to myself I couldn"t do it. You"ll be feeling lonely when you lose Ethel, and I"ll stay and keep you company."
The bricklayer nearly broke out again; but, obeying a glance from his wife, closed his lips and followed her obediently upstairs. Mr. Price, filling his pipe from a paper of tobacco on the mantelpiece, winked at himself encouragingly in the gla.s.s, and smiled gently as he heard the c.h.i.n.king of coins upstairs.
"Be, careful about the size," he said, as Mr. Spriggs came down and took his hat from a nail; "about a couple of inches shorter than yourself and not near so much round the waist."
Mr. Spriggs regarded him sternly for a few seconds, and then, closing the door with a bang, went off down the street. Left alone, Mr. Price strolled about the room investigating, and then, drawing an easy-chair up to the fire, put his feet on the fender and relapsed into thought.
Two hours later he sat in the same place, a changed and resplendent being. His thin legs were hidden in light check trousers, and the companion waistcoat to Joseph"s Coat graced the upper part of his body.
A large chrysanthemum in the b.u.t.ton-hole of his frock-coat completed the picture of an Australian millionaire, as understood by Mr. Spriggs.
"A nice watch and chain, and a little money in my pockets, and I shall be all right," murmured Mr. Price.
"You won"t get any more out o" me," said Mr. Spriggs, fiercely. "I"ve spent every farthing I"ve got."
"Except what"s in the bank," said his brother-in-law. "It"ll take you a day or two to get at it, I know. S"pose we say Sat.u.r.day for the watch and chain?"
Mr. Spriggs looked helplessly at his wife, but she avoided his gaze. He turned and gazed in a fascinated fashion at Mr. Price, and received a cheerful nod in return.
"I"ll come with you and help choose it," said the latter. "It"ll save you trouble if it don"t save your pocket."
He thrust his hands in his trouser-pockets and, spreading his legs wide apart, tilted his head back and blew smoke to the ceiling. He was in the same easy position when Ethel arrived home accompanied by Mr. Potter.
"It"s-it"s your Uncle Gussie," said Mrs. Spriggs, as the girl stood eying the visitor.
"From Australia," said her husband, thickly.
Mr. Price smiled, and his niece, noticing that he removed his pipe and wiped his lips with the back of his hand, crossed over and kissed his eyebrow. Mr. Potter was then introduced and received a gracious reception, Mr. Price commenting on the extraordinary likeness he bore to a young friend of his who had just come in for forty thousand a year.
"That"s nearly as much as you"re worth, uncle, isn"t it?" inquired Miss Spriggs, daringly.
Mr. Price shook his head at her and pondered. "Rather more," he said, at last, "rather more."
Mr. Potter caught his breath sharply; Mr. Spriggs, who was stooping to get a light for his pipe, nearly fell into the fire. There was an impressive silence.
"Money isn"t everything," said Mr. Price, looking round and shaking his head. "It"s not much good, except to give away."
His eye roved round the room and came to rest finally upon Mr. Potter.
The young man noticed with a thrill that it beamed with benevolence.
"Fancy coming over without saying a word to anybody, and taking us all by surprise like this!" said Ethel.
"I felt I must see you all once more before I died," said her uncle, simply. "Just a flying visit I meant it to be, but your father and mother won"t hear of my going back just yet."
"Of course not," said Ethel, who was helping the silent Mrs. Spriggs to lay supper.
"When I talked of going your father "eld me down in my chair," continued the veracious Mr. Price.
"Quite right, too," said the girl. "Now draw your chair up and have some supper, and tell us all about Australia."
Mr. Price drew his chair up, but, as to talking about Australia, he said ungratefully that he was sick of the name of the place, and preferred instead to discuss the past and future of Mr. Potter. He learned, among other things, that that gentleman was of a careful and thrifty disposition, and that his savings, augmented by a lucky legacy, amounted to a hundred and ten pounds.
"Alfred is going to stay with Palmer and Mays for another year, and then we shall take a business of our own," said Ethel.