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On the way he had to pass Bingley Hall, and rang the bell. The door was opened by Susan Barepoles. "Is Maister Gildart to hoam?" Susan said he was, and Kenneth was delighted to find that his change of voice and costume disguised him so completely that Susan did not recognise him. "I wants to see him." Susan bade him wait in the lobby.
About three weeks ago the lawyer came here to see Mrs Gaff, and make arrangements and inquiries, and in the course of a short time this poor woman will be in possession of ten thousand pounds." "It will be the ruin of her, I fear," said Sir Richard. "No doubt of it," observed Miss Flouncer, emphatically. "It is always the way," said my wife. "D'ye think it would ruin you?" whispered Gildart.
"I'm glad to hear it," returned Kenneth, who began to wonder what was to follow; but he was left to wonder, for Mrs Gaff abruptly asked him and Gildart to be seated, as she was anxious to find out a fact or two in regard to principal and interest. Gildart could scarce avoid laughing as he glanced at his companion.
You're a charming creature, Puff, with an imagination worthy the owner of a better name. There, don't pout. You know my sentiments. Adieu, fair cousin! Puff, good-bye." So saying, the volatile youth left the room. That afternoon Gildart sauntered down to the Sailors' Home and entered the public hall, in which a dozen or two of sailors were engaged in playing draughts or chatting together.
I observed that my son Gildart pressed Miss Puff to attempt another tart, and whispered something impertinent in her ear, for the poor thing's pink round face suddenly became scarlet, and she puffed out in a dangerously explosive manner with suppressed laughter.
In a few minutes Gildart came down, and the country fellow asked to have a word with him in private! The result of this word was that the two sallied forth immediately after, and went towards Seaside Villa. Here, strange to say, they found the policeman standing at the outer gate. Kenneth accosted him as if he had expected to meet him. "They ain't abed yet," observed the policeman.
"Like you," interpolated Gildart. "Like me," assented Kenneth, with a nod, "and also of yachting and boating, like you." "Like me," assented the middy. "Nevertheless," resumed Kenneth, "a good-hearted fellow in the main, who, I am certain, would have acted his part in life well if he had been better trained.
Kenneth rode back to town that day with a heart so heavy that the bright eyes of Lizzie Gordon failed to rouse him to even the semblance of cheerfulness, and the effervescing small-talk of the volatile Gildart was almost intolerable.
True, she was examined and passed in the usual way by the inspectors, but every one knows that that does not insure the seaworthiness of vessels." "Well, but even suppose they have been wrecked," suggested Gildart, "it does not follow that they have been drowned." "I don't know," replied the other in a low voice "I have a strange, almost a wild suspicion, Gildart." "What may that be?"
Suffice it to say that Gildart stood listening to it for some time with evident delight. "Splendid," he muttered, as an absolutely appalling burst of discord rent the surrounding air and left it in tatters. "Magnificent! I think that will do." "You seem fond of bad music, sir," observed an elderly gentleman, who had been standing near a doorway looking at the middy with a quiet smile.
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