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There was something in this speech which grated on my ear as painfully ungrammatical; and I resolved, on the first opportunity, to instruct Holly in the rudiments of grammar. She remained in the kitchen while Aunt Henshaw, after calling "pussy" in an affectionate manner, shut the cat up in the dining-room; and our guide then led the way to the kittens.
The following day, as he was about to leave the shop at the close of his work, Jack was accosted by Furniss, who asked him to assist him a moment at the big hammer. Jack started at once to his help, noticing that the building was completely deserted at the time, except for the second boss and himself; even Henshaw, who generally stayed until after the workmen had left, was gone.
Henshaw silently poured another drink and passed it to the Scotchman. The latter gripped the glass hard and tossed off the drink with a single gesture. At once his eyes came back to Henshaw's face with the fierce question. He was astonished to note kindliness in the answering gaze. Old Henshaw said gently: "Tut, tut!
In the first place he might go to Henshaw at once and warn him of the coming danger, but he remembered what the bos'n had said in such a case he would not be believed, and both the crew and the commander would be against him. Finally it seemed to him that the best thing was to wait until the critical moment had arrived.
"He's tryin' to save his head," broke in Kyle, "but with the fear of death lookin' him in the eye, any man would join us. Finish him, lads." "You fool!" said Harrigan authoritatively. "Don't talk so loud, or you'll have White Henshaw down on our heads. Maybe he's heard that bull voice of yours already!" It was a master stroke.
As he walked towards the door Gifford intercepted him. "Not quite so fast, Mr. Henshaw," he said resolutely. "We can't leave the affair like this." "What do you mean?" Henshaw ejaculated, with a look which was half defiant, half apprehensive. "You have heard my story," Gifford pursued with steady decisiveness, "and have, I presume, accepted it." "For what it is worth."
Stokes, ignoring a frantic glance from Mr. Henshaw. "Come in," said Mrs. Henshaw, suddenly. Mr. Stokes entered and, finding that his friend hung back, went out again and half led, half pushed him indoors. Mr. Bell's shyness he attributed to his having lived so long in Ireland. "He is quite the ladies' man, though," he said, artfully, as they followed their hostess into the front room.
"She does," rejoined Calderwell, with an unexpected chuckle. "I wonder if you know how she happened to live with her, at first." "Why, no, I reckon not. What do you mean?" Calderwell chuckled again. "Well, I'll tell you. You, being a 'Mary Jane, ought to appreciate it. You see, Billy was named for one William Henshaw, her father's chum, who promptly forgot all about her.
"Thanks, old dear," she acknowledged the courtesy and beamed through the window. "Hullo, Countess!" The woman nodded briefly. "All right, Flips; I was just going to telephone you. Henshaw wants you for some baby-vamp stuff in the cabaret scene and in the gambling hell. Better wear that salmon-pink chiffon and the yellow curls. Eight-thirty, Stage Four. Goo'-by." "Thanks, Countess!
"Well, sir," said the landlady her name was Henshaw "it's a pound a week for the two rooms without board, two pounds with." "Any extras?" asked the artful Jones. "No, sir." "Well, that will do me nicely. I came along here right from the station, and my portmanteau hasn't arrived, though it was labelled for here, and the porter told me he had put it on the train.
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