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"Don't spend it on drink," she remarked, not unkindly. "I won't," said the other, solemnly; "I'm going to buy house property with it." "Why, darn my eyes," said Mr. Kybird, who had been regarding him closely; "darn my old eyes, if it ain't young Nugent. Well, well!"
"And the banns go up next week," murmured the boarding-master to himself. "Well, well." "'Ave you got anything to say agin it?" demanded Mr. Kybird. "Cert'nly not," replied the other. "On'y don't blame me when it's too late; that's all." Mr. Kybird, staring at him wrathfully, turned this dark saying over in his mind. "Too late for wot?" he inquired. "Ah!" said Nathan Smith, slowly.
Edward Silk showed up but poorly beside those of the paying guest, and Miss Kybird had on several occasions drawn comparisons which would have rendered both gentlemen uneasy if they had known of them. Mr. Nugent carried the same easy good-fellowship with him the following week when, neatly attired in a second-hand suit from Mr.
In the sanctity of her chamber Miss Kybird, gazing approvingly at the reflection of her yellow hair and fine eyes in the little cracked looking-glass, was already comparing him very favourably with the somewhat pessimistic Mr. Silk. Mr. Nugent's return caused a sensation in several quarters, the feeling at Equator Lodge bordering close upon open mutiny. Even Mrs.
Kybird, who had just entered the room and was standing with his back to the door holding the handle, regarded him expectantly. "It's been worrying 'im some time," pursued Mr. Smith. "'E 'asn't got nobody belonging to 'im, and for a long time 'e couldn't think 'ow to leave it. Wot with 'ouse property and other things it's a matter of over ten thousand pounds." "Good 'eavens!" said Mr.
You've been getting the better of some-body, I know." Mr. Smith gasped and, eyeing him wickedly, strove hard to recover his self-possession. "I'm all right, sir," he said, in a thin voice. "I'm glad to see you're looking a trifle better, sir." "Oh, I'm quite right, now," said the other, with a genial smile at the fermenting Mr. Kybird. "I'm as well as ever I was.
"No use to us," declared Miss Kybird, anxious to hit back; "we burn coal here." "These'll burn better than the coal you buy," said the unmoved customer. "Well, we don't want them," retorted Miss Kybird, raising her voice, "and I don't want any of your impudence. Get up out of our chair." Her heightened tones penetrated to the small and untidy room behind the shop. The door opened, and Mr.
"Sit down," urged Mr. Kybird. "You can't expect us to be as quick in seeing things as wot you are." He pushed his partly mollified friend into his chair again, and taking a seat next him began to view the affair with enthusiasm. "'Melia shall turn young Nugent off to-night," he said, firmly. "That's right," said the other; "go and do a few more silly things like that and we shall be 'appy.
Kybird; to offer him access, at any rate, to such wealth as he had never dreamed of. He paused at the shop window, and, observing through a gap in the merchandise that Mr. Kybird was be-hind the counter, walked in and saluted him. "I've got news for you," he said, slowly; "big news." "Oh," said Mr. Kybird, with indifference. "Big news," repeated Mr.
Then he rang the bell. "I've smashed a dirty glass," he said, as the bar-man entered. "How much?" The man told him, and the captain, after a few stern remarks about privacy and harpies, left the room with his friends, leaving the speechless Mr. Kybird gazing at the broken glass and returning evasive replies to the inquiries of the curious Charles. He finished his gin and water slowly.
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