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"We understand each other, don't we, my girl?" "That's all right, uncle. I know what you mean," returned Miss Sellars, with equal handsomeness. "Bring him round again when he's feeling better," added Uncle Gutton, "and we'll have another look at him." "What you want," advised the watery-eyed young man on shaking hands with me, "is complete rest and a tombstone."
Polite protests were attempted, but these, with enthusiastic assistance from myself, she swept aside. "Don't want any one to walk home with you?" suggested Uncle Gutton. "Sure you won't feel lonely by yourselves, eh?" "We shan't come to no harm," assured him Miss Sellars. "P'raps you're right," agreed Uncle Gutton.
George Sellars. "Seen 'im before," was his curt greeting. At supper referred to by Mrs. Sellars again in the tone of one remembering a lesson, as a cold col-la-tion, with the accent on the "tion" I sat between Miss Sellars and the lean young lady, with Aunt and Uncle Gutton opposite to us. It was remarked with approval that I did not appear to be hungry.
Uncle Gutton it was who had divined from the outset the sort of husband the fair Rosina would come eventually to desire a plain, simple, hard-working, level-headed sort of chap, with no hity-tity nonsense about him: such an one, in short, as Mr. He used the term in no offensive sense.
I walked there in company with Uncle and Aunt Gutton; not because I particularly desired their companionship, but because Uncle Gutton, seizing me by the arm, left me no alternative. "Now then, young man," commenced Uncle Gutton kindly, but boisterously so soon as we were in the street, at some little distance behind the others, "if you want to pitch into me, you pitch away.
"When me and the old girl there fixed things up," said Uncle Gutton, "we didn't talk no nonsense, and we didn't start with no misunderstandings. 'I'm not a duke, I says " "Had she been mistaking you for one?" enquired Minikin. Mr. Clapper commented, not tactfully, but with appreciative laugh. I feared for a moment lest Uncle Gutton's little eyes should leave his head.
Young men out of story-books don't die of broken hearts, even if for a month or two they do feel like standing on their head in the water-butt." "Why, I was in love myself three times," explained Uncle Gutton, "before I married the old woman." Aunt Gutton sighed and said she was afraid gentlemen didn't feel these things as much as they ought to.
It is not possible, at the present moment, to declare the problem solved; but very recent experiments by M. Gutton and a note by M. Mascart have reanimated the confidence of those who hoped that such a scholar as M. Blondlot could not have been deluded by appearances.
'ear!" cried Jarman, banging the table with the handles of two knives. "Silence for Uncle Gutton! 'E's going to propose a toast. 'Ear, 'ear!" Mrs. Clapper, seconding his efforts, the whole table broke into applause. "What, as a matter of fact, I did get up to say " began Uncle Gutton. "Good old Uncle Gutton!" persisted the determined Jarman. "Bride and bridegroom long life to 'em!"
Left to herself, I am inclined to think my fiancee would have spared me; but Uncle Gutton, having been invited to a love comedy, was not to be cheated of any part of the performance, and the audience clearly being with him, there was nothing for it but compliance. I seated myself, and amid plaudits accommodated the ample and heavy Rosina upon my knee.
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