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You might let 'em hear that I've been to see you before seeing them, and then, if they're thinking any nonsense, it'll be a hint. I'm stopping in town while the house is being decorated; next time I come down I'll call and see somebody else." "That'll be another hint," assented Mr. Jernshaw. "Not that hints are much good to Mrs. Prentice." "We'll see," said Mr. Barrett.
"Anything I can do," said his friend. "Better not get much yet; you might marry, and my taste mightn't be hers." Mr. Barrett laughed. "I'm not marrying," he said, with conviction. "Seen anything of Miss Prentice yet?" inquired Mr. Jernshaw. "No," said the other, with a slight flush. "Why?" "She's still single," said the grocer. "What of it?" demanded Mr. Barrett, with warmth. "What of it?"
"I don't know the sex, then, that's all. If you think that you're going to keep a nice house like this all to yourself, you're mistaken. It's a home; and where there's a home a woman comes in, somehow." Mr. Barrett grunted his disbelief. "I give you four days," said Mr. Jernshaw. As a matter of fact, Mrs. Prentice and her daughter came on the fifth. Mr.
"Why not?" demanded Mr. Barrett, in tones that were sharper still. "Why not?" repeated the other. "Have you forgotten your wife and children?" Mr. Barrett, who, to do him justice, had forgotten, fell back in his chair and sat gazing at him, open-mouthed. "You're in a false position in a way," said Mr. Jernshaw, sternly. "False is no name for it," said Mr. Barrett, huskily. "What am I to do?"
"Rather!" said Mr. Jernshaw, with emphasis. "Louisa is something like what her mother was when you went away." Mr. Barrett shivered. "But you'll see for yourself," continued the other. "You'll have to go and see them. They'll wonder you haven't been before." "Let 'em wonder," said the embarrassed Mr. Barrett. "I shall go and see all my old friends in their turn; casual-like.
A girl would naturally prefer him to a middle-aged widower with five children." "In Australia," the other reminded him. "Man for man, bachelor for bachelor," said Mr. Jernshaw, regarding him, "she might prefer you; as things are " "I shall ask her," said Mr. Barrett, doggedly.
"Anything I can do," said his friend. "Better not get much yet; you might marry, and my taste mightn't be hers." Mr. Barrett laughed. "I'm not marrying," he said, with conviction. "Seen anything of Miss Prentice yet?" inquired Mr. Jernshaw. "No," said the other, with a slight flush. "Why?" "She's still single," said the grocer. "What of it?" demanded Mr. Barrett, with warmth. "What of it?"
Having given at least half-a-dozen hints of this kind, he made a final return to Ramsbury and entered into occupation of his new house. "It does you credit, Jernshaw," he said, gratefully. "I should have made a rare mess of it without your help." "It looks very nice," admitted his friend. "Too nice." "That's all nonsense," said the owner, irritably. "All right," said Mr. Jernshaw.
"Nothing," said Mr. Jernshaw, slowly. "Nothing; only I " "Well?" said the other, as he paused. "I there was an idea that you went to Australia to to better your condition," murmured the grocer. "That that you were not in a position to marry that " "Boy and girl nonsense," said Mr. Barrett, sharply. "Why, it's fifteen years ago. I don't suppose I should know her if I saw her. Is her mother alive?"
"Nothing," said Mr. Jernshaw, slowly. "Nothing; only I " "Well?" said the other, as he paused. "I there was an idea that you went to Australia to to better your condition," murmured the grocer. "That that you were not in a position to marry that " "Boy and girl nonsense," said Mr. Barrett, sharply. "Why, it's fifteen years ago. I don't suppose I should know her if I saw her. Is her mother alive?"
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