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By way of Allchin, who knew all the gossip of the neighbourhood, Warburton learnt that his new competitor in trade was a man with five children and a wife given to drink; he had been in business in another part of London, and was suspected to have removed with the hope that new surroundings might help his wife to overcome her disastrous failing.
'When's Thyrza Trent going to be married? asked Mrs. Allchin. 'Do you know, Totty? 'In about a fortnight, I think. 'Is the bands puts up? 'They're going to be married at the Registry Office. 'Well, I never! cried Annie West. 'You wouldn't catch me doing without a proper wedding! I suppose that's why Thyrza won't talk about it. But I believe he's a rum sort of man, isn't he?
'Don't bother me with your rubbish! cried Totty. 'It ain't rubbish at all, retorted Annie West. 'Now didn't you see your husband, Loo, with a card charm before you'd ever really set eyes on him? 'Course I did, assented Mrs. Allchin, aged fifteen. 'Here's another book I'm going to get, pursued Annie, referring to an advertisement on the cover.
Unable, whatever his own straits, to deal penuriously with my one, Will had thought out a liberal arrangement, whereby all the dwelling part of the house should be given over, rent free, to Allchin and his wife, with permission to take one lodger; the assistant to be paid a small salary, and a percentage on shop takings when they reached a certain sum per month.
Allchin'll never keep a place. Not that I can blame him, sir, for givin' it to that Boxon, 'cause every one says he's a brute." "Well, just let me know if they begin to be in want. But of course Allchin can always get work as a porter. He must learn to keep his fists down, if he doesn't want to be perpetually out of employment." "That's what I tell him, sir.
He spoke of his consumptive sister-in-law, whom Warburton had befriended, but whom nothing had availed to save. "Poor girl," said Will kindly. "It's the end of much suffering." "That's what I say, sir," assented Allchin. "And poor Mrs. Hopper, she's fair worn out with nursing her. Nobody can feel sorry." Warburton turned to his correspondence.
Hopper," replied Will, smiling mechanically. "I have more than my own living to earn; other people are dependent upon me, so I must make as much money as possible. I can t afford to pay a manager. I shall go behind the counter myself, and Allchin, if he cares for the place, shall be my assistant." The good woman could find no words to express her astonishment.
"It's a principle of honest business, never buy a bankrupt stock. But you wouldn't listen to me, sir " "That'll do, Allchin, that'll do!" broke in the master, quivering with the restraint he imposed upon himself. "Can't you see I'm not in a mood for that sort of thing?"
Allchin guffawed, and at once looked ashamed of himself. "I quarrel," he added, "with people as are insulting, or as try to best me. It goes against my nature, sir, to be insulted and to be bested." They talked about the details of the business, and presently Allchin asked what name was to be put up over the shop. "I've thought of that," answered Will. "What do you say to Jollyman?"
It might do you good, sir, to have a mouthful of sea air " "I'll think about it," broke in the other abruptly. He was going away without another word, but, in crossing the shop, he caught his henchman's eye fixed on him with a troublous gaze. Self-reproach checked his steps. "You're quite right, Allchin," he said in a confidential tone.
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