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Boxer, with an aggravating smile. "And then get 'im up in the box as a witness, little bowl and all. He can tell you more than I can." "I demand to know her name and address," cried Mrs. Gimpson, putting a bony arm around the waist of the trembling Mrs. Boxer. "I decline to give it," said Mr. Boxer, with great relish.
It would be too much of a show-up for 'im." "It's no good your trying to aggravate me, John Boxer, because you can't do it," said Mrs. Gimpson, in a voice trembling with passion. "O' course, if people like being deceived they must be," said Mr. Boxer; "we've all got to live, and if we'd all got our common sense fortune- tellers couldn't.
"Ah! but I wasn't uneasy or anxious afterwards," said Mrs. Gimpson, compressing her lips. "Who's old Mr. Silver, and what should he know about it?" inquired Mr. Boxer. "He's a fortune-teller," replied his wife. "Reads the stars," said his mother-in-law. Mr. Boxer laughed a good ringing laugh. "What did he tell you?" he inquired. "Nothing," said his wife, hastily. "Ah!" said Mr.
"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.
There," he waved a lean, shrivelled hand backward and for-ward as though dispelling a fog, and peered into distance "there is something forming over you. You or somebody are hiding something from me." Mrs. Gimpson, aghast at such omniscience, sank backward in her chair. "Speak," said the old man, gently; "there is no reason why you should be sacrificed for others." Mrs.
"You've been committing bigamy," cried Mrs. Gimpson. "Over and over agin," assented Mr. Boxer, cheerfully. "It's got to be a 'obby with me." "Was the first wife alive when you married my daughter?" demanded Mrs. Gimpson. "Alive?" said Mr. Boxer. "O' course she was. She's alive now bless her."
"My daughter's coming round to see you presently," she said, at last. The astrologer nodded. "She she wants to ask you about 'er husband," faltered' Mrs. Gimpson; "she's going to bring a friend with her a man who doesn't believe in your knowledge. He he knows all about my daughter's husband, and he wants to see what you say you know about him."
Gimpson, "very common. But I knew you'd come back all right I never 'ad no alarm. 'He's safe and happy, my dear, I says. 'He'll come back all in his own good time." "What d'you mean by that?" demanded the sensitive Mr. Boxer. "I come back as soon as I could." "You know you were anxious, mother," interposed her daughter. "Why, you insisted upon our going to see old Mr. Silver about it."
"He can prove some of it," said the old man, his eyes snapping spitefully. "I can guarantee that." "But it wouldn't have made mischief if you had told us that," ventured Mrs. Gimpson. "A man can't help being cast away." "True," said the astrologer, slowly; "true. But let them come and question me; and whatever you do, for your own sake don't let a soul know that you have been here.
"I only wanted to come in and make a clean breast of it," he said, in a curious voice; "then I'll go." Mrs. Gimpson stood aside to let him pass, and Mr. Thompson, not to be denied, followed close behind with his faintly protesting wife. They sat down in a row against the wall, and Mr. Boxer, sitting opposite in a hang-dog fashion, eyed them with scornful wrath. "Well?" said Mrs. Boxer, at last.
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