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Kybird's extensive stock, he paid a visit to Jem Hardy to talk over old times and discuss the future. "You ought to make friends with your father," said the latter; "it only wants a little common sense and mutual forbearance." "That's all," said Nugent; "sounds easy enough, doesn't it? No, all he wants is for me to clear out of Sunwich, and I'm not going to until it pleases me, at any rate.
"I have thought of a scheme for upsetting Nugent's marriage," said Hardy, slowly. "It is just a forlorn hope which depends for its success on you and Nathan Smith." "He's a friend of Kybird's," said the other, drily. "That is the most important thing of all," rejoined Hardy. "That is, next to your shrewdness and tact; everything depends upon you, really, and whether you can fool Smith.
Kybird, desperately; "don't tell me that 'e's been and left all that money to young Teddy Silk." "Well, I won't if you don't want me to," said the accommodating Mr. Smith, "but, mind, it's a dead secret." Mr. Kybird wiped his brow, and red patches, due to excitement, lent a little variety to an otherwise commonplace face; Mrs. Kybird's dazed inquiry.
Smith, mournfully, "I'll 'ave that gal of Kybird's scratching my eyes out or p'r'aps sticking a hat-pin into me. I had that once; the longest hat-pin that ever was made, I should think." He shook his head over the perils of his calling, and then, after another glance at the clock, withdrew to the kitchen with his bag, leaving Mr.
"I feel as if a bit of a walk would do me good." Left alone, the astonished Mrs. Silk took the visitor's vacated chair and, with wrinkled brow, sat putting two and two together until the sum got beyond her powers of calculation. Mr. Kybird's affability and Teddy's cheerfulness were alike incomprehensible.
"I suppose you've heard that my son is going to get married?" said the latter. "I couldn't help hearing of it, sir," said the steward in self defence "nobody could." "He's going to marry that yellow-headed Jezebel of Kybird's," said the captain, staring at the fire. Mr.
"He doesn't like his name now," said Nugent, drawing his chair closer to Miss Kybird's, "and I don't wonder at it. What shall we call him? Job? What's that work you're doing? Why don't you get on with that fancy waistcoat you are doing for me?" Before Miss Kybird could deny all knowledge of the article in question her sorely tried swain created a diversion by rising.
"The cap'n fell into 'is own trap," he said, slowly. "There's no lor for 'im! He'd only get laughed at. The idea of trying to get me to put little Amelia Kybird's young man away. Why, I was 'er god-father." Mr. Swann stared at him, and then with a friendly "good morning" departed.
Last night 'e talked about making a 'ole in the water to celebrate 'Melia Kybird's wedding, and she came over and sat in that chair and cried as if 'er 'art would break. After she'd gone Teddy comes over, fierce as a eagle, and wants to know wot I've been saying to 'is mother to make 'er cry. Between the two of 'em I 'ave a nice life of it."
Do you remember how you used to knock me about?" "Come round to my place and have a chat," said Hardy. Jack shook his head. "They're expecting me in to tea," he said, with a nod in the direction of Mr. Kybird's, "and honest waterside labourers who earn their bread by the sweat of their brow when the foreman is looking do not frequent the society of the upper classes."
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