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Kybird, turning to the fuming young man by her side. "I can 'ardly get along for it I'm much obliged to you, I'm sure." Mr. Hardy, with a vain attempt to catch Jack Nugent's eye, resigned himself to his fate, and with his fair burden on his arm walked with painful slowness towards Equator Lodge.
Kybird, who had not taken her into his confidence in the affair, protested in vain; the lady was determined, and, moreover, had the warm support of her daughter. "I know what I'm doing, Dan'l," she said to her husband. Mr.
"I don't think it was a very nice thing to do," said Miss Nugent, with a superior air. "It wouldn't have been a very nice thing for you if your brother had married Miss Kybird," said the indignant Jem. "And you said, if you remember, that you didn't mind what I did." "I don't," said Miss Nugent, noticing with pleasure that the confident air of a few minutes ago had quite disappeared.
"Now, Dan'l, 'op round to Teddy and whistle 'im back, and mind 'e's to keep it a dead secret on account o' trouble with young Nugent. D'ye twig?" The admiring Mr. Kybird said that he was a wonder, and, in the discussion on ways and means which followed, sat listening with growing respect to the managing abilities both of his friend and his wife.
A ribald voice from the other side of the road, addressing his companion as "Mother Kybird," told her not to hug the man, and a small boy whom they met loudly asseverated his firm intention of going straight off to tell Mr. Kybird. By the time they reached the house Mr. Hardy entertained views on homicide which would have appeared impossible to him half an hour before.
It was a 'ard thing to do, but I've done it." "Do you mean," said Mr. Silk, recovering his voice at last, "do you mean that Amelia would marry me after all?" "Do I mean?" repeated Mr. Kybird, naturally indignant that his very plain speaking should be deemed capable of any misconstruction. "Am I speaking to a stock or a stone, Teddy?" Mr.
"Well, wot's to be done, then?" inquired the staring Mr. Kybird. "Send 'em up to London and 'ave 'em married by special license," said Mr. Smith, speaking rapidly "to-morrow, if possible; if not, the day after. Go and pitch a tale to Teddy to-night, and make 'im understand it's to be done on the strict q.t." "Special licenses cost money," said Mr. Kybird.
"Everybody knows 'e's half crazy after you." "I don't know that I don't like 'im best, even without the money," said Miss Kybird, calmly. "Nobody could 'ave been more attentive than 'im. I believe that 'e'd marry me if 'e 'ad a hundred thousand, but it looks better your way." "Better all round," said Nathan Smith, with at approving nod.
I s'pose young Teddy'll be quite the gentleman now, and 'e'll be able to marry who 'e likes." Mr. Kybird thrust his handkerchief into his tail-pocket, and all the father awoke within him. "Ho, will 'e?" he said, with fierce sarcasm. "Ho, indeed! And wot about my daughter? I 'ave 'eard of such things as breach o' promise. Before Mr. Teddy gets married 'e's got to 'ave a few words with me."
"Nice and fresh after the rain, ain't it? As I come along all the little dickey-birds " "Drat the little dickey-birds," interrupted Mr. Kybird, with sudden violence. "If you've got anything to say, why don't you say it like a man?" The parlour door opened suddenly before the other could reply, and revealed the face of Mrs. Kybird. "Wot are you two a-quarrelling about?" she demanded.
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