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Gimpson, whose nerves were still quivering owing to the suddenness with which she had been awakened, came into the shop; Mr. Boxer freed an arm, and placing it round her waist kissed her with some affection on the chin. "He's come back!" cried Mrs. Boxer, hysterically. "Thank goodness," said Mrs. Gimpson, after a moment's deliberation. "He's alive!" cried Mrs. Boxer. "He's alive!"
She half-dragged and half-led him into the small parlour, and thrusting him into the easy-chair lately vacated by Mrs. Gimpson seated herself upon his knee, regardless in her excitement that the rightful owner was with elaborate care selecting the most uncomfortable chair in the room. "Fancy his coming back!" said Mrs. Boxer, wiping her eyes. "How did you escape, John? Where have you been?
Does he tell fortunes by tea-leaves or by the colour of your eyes?" "Laugh away, John Boxer," said Mrs. Gimpson, icily; "but I shouldn't have been alive now if it hadn't ha' been for Mr. Silver's warnings." "Mother stayed in bed for the first ten days in July," explained Mrs. Boxer, "to avoid being bit by a mad dog." "Tchee tchee tchee," said the hapless Mr.
Silver's abode the party had regained its decorum, and, except for a tremendous shudder on the part of Mr. Boxer as his gaze fell on a couple of skulls which decorated the magician's table, their behaviour left nothing to be desired. Mrs. Gimpson, in a few awkward words, announced the occasion of their visit. Mr. Boxer she introduced as a friend of the family from London.
"One thing is, I was very busy at Sydney, looking for a ship. However, I'm 'ere now." "I always felt you'd turn up some day," said Mrs. Gimpson. "I felt certain of it in my own mind. Mary made sure you was dead, but I said 'no, I knew better." There was something in Mrs. Gimpson's manner of saying this that impressed her listeners unfavourably.
Boxer, putting his hand over his mouth and making noble efforts to restrain himself; "tchee tch "I s'pose you'd ha' laughed more if I 'ad been bit?" said the glaring Mrs. Gimpson. "Well, who did the dog bite after all?" inquired Mr. Boxer, recovering. "You don't understand," replied Mrs. Gimpson, pityingly; "me being safe up in bed and the door locked, there was no mad dog.
Gimpson seated herself upon his knee, regardless in her excitement that the rightful owner was with elaborate care selecting the most uncomfortable chair in the room. "Fancy his coming back!" said Mrs. Boxer, wiping her eyes. "How did you escape, John? Where have you been? Tell us all about it." Mr. Boxer sighed.
"You'd better leave well alone," said Mrs. Gimpson. Mr. Boxer shook his head. "I was always one for a bit o' fun," he said, slowly. "I want to see his face when he finds out who I am." Mrs.
"It ain't likely I'm going to give myself away like that; besides, it's agin the law for a man to criminate himself. You go on and start your bigamy case, and call old red-eyes as a witness." Mrs. Gimpson gazed at him in speechless wrath and then stooping down conversed in excited whispers with Mrs. Thompson. Mrs. Boxer crossed over to her husband.
Gimpson made no reply; she was looking round for the market-basket, and having found it she left the reunited couple to keep house while she went out to obtain a supper which should, in her daughter's eyes, be worthy of the occasion.
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