MR. BULLAMY.
A gamble?
MR. POSKET.
Yes--the boy has taught me a new game called "Fireworks;" his mother isn"t aware that we play for money, of course, but we do.
MR. BULLAMY.
Ha, ha, ha! Who wins?
MR. POSKET.
He does now--but he says I shall win when I know the game better.
MR. BULLAMY.
What a boy he is!
MR. POSKET.
Isn"t he a wonderful lad? And only fourteen, too. I"ll tell you something else--perhaps you had better not mention it to his mother.
MR. BULLAMY.
No, no, certainly not.
MR. POSKET.
He"s invested a little money for me.
MR. BULLAMY.
What in?
MR. POSKET.
Not _in_--_on_--on Sillikin for the Lincolnshire Handicap. Sillikin to win and b.u.t.terscotch one, two, three.
MR. BULLAMY.
Good Lord!
MR. POSKET.
Yes, the dear boy said, "Guv, it isn"t fair you should give me all the tips, I"ll give you some,"--and he did--he gave me Sillikin and b.u.t.terscotch. He"ll manage it for you, if you like. "Plank it down,"
he calls it.
MR. BULLAMY.
[_Chuckling and choking._] Ha! ha! Ho! ho! [_Taking a jujube._] This boy will ruin me in jujubes.
CIS.
All ready! Look sharp! Guv, lend me a sov to start with?
MR. POSKET.
A sov to start with? [_They sit at the table. AGATHA POSKET and CHARLOTTE come into the room._] We didn"t think you would return so soon, my darling.
AGATHA POSKET.
Go on amusing yourselves, I insist, only don"t teach my Cis to play cards.
MR. BULLAMY.
Ho! ho!
MR. POSKET.
[_To MR. BULLAMY._] Hush! Hush!
AGATHA POSKET.
[_To CHARLOTTE._] I"m glad of this--we can tell each other our miseries undisturbed. Will you begin?
CHARLOTTE.
Well, at last I am engaged to Captain Horace Vale.
AGATHA POSKET.
Oh! Charley, I"m so glad!
CHARLOTTE.
Yes--so is he--he says. He proposed to me at the Hunt Ball--in the pa.s.sage--Tuesday week.
AGATHA POSKET.
What did he say?
CHARLOTTE.
He said, "By Jove, I love you awfully."
AGATHA POSKET.