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"I don't know, dear really I don't," said Mrs Shuckleford, beginning to whimper at the sight of the desolation she had caused. "It was Sam, my son, told me he wouldn't say what it was and I 'ope you won't let 'im know it was me you 'eard it from, Mrs Cruden, for he'd be very Mercy on us!" Mrs Cruden had fainted. Help was summoned, and she was carried to her bed.
"Jemima, my dear," said Mrs Shuckleford, who in all her domestic confidences to Mrs Cruden kept a sharp eye on her family "Jemima, my dear, I think Reggie would like to show you his album!" An electric shock could not have startled and confused our hero more.
"Oh yus, me go 'ome and leave yer! Walker I stays 'ere." "Very well, then," said Reginald, with a sigh. "We may as well go on with the book. Suppose you read me about Giant Despair." It would be unfair to Samuel Shuckleford to say that he had no compunction whatever in deciding upon a course of action which he knew would involve the ruin of Reginald Cruden. He did not like it at all.
And just now, with his mother lying in a critical condition, and with no news day after day of Reginald, he had more serious food for reflection than the idle gossip of a newspaper. The only other person in London whom the news could have interested was Samuel Shuckleford.
And as the dim light of the candle fell upon his upturned face, Reginald, with a cry of horror, recognised the features of Mr Durfy, already released by death from the agonies of smallpox. Booms was not exactly the sort of man to be elated by the mission which Miss Shuckleford had thrust upon him.
But you don't get round Sam Shuckleford when he's once round your way, my beauty." To the legal mind of Sam this transposition of Reginald's name was in itself as good as a verdict and sentence against him. Any one else but himself might have been taken in by it, but you needed to get up very early in the morning to take in a cute one like S.S.!
She was lying wearily on the uncomfortable sofa, with her eyes shaded from the light, dividing her time between knitting and musing, the latter occupation receiving a very decided preference. "Pray don't get up," said Mrs Shuckleford, the moment she entered. "I only looked in to see 'ow you was. You're looking bad, Mrs Cruden." "Thank you, I am quite well," said Mrs Cruden, "only a little tired."
"There goes Shuckleford, the clever lawyer, who first exposed the Select Agency Corporation, don't you know?" Don't you know? What a question to ask respecting S.S.! At the corner of Shy Street he alighted, and sauntered gently down the street, keeping a sharp look-out on both sides of him, without appearing to regard anything but the pavement. Humph!
Why don't you tell me?" and she trembled so violently and looked so deadly pale that Mrs Shuckleford began to get alarmed. "There, there," said she soothingly; "I'll tell you another time. You're not equal to it now. I'll come in to-morrow, or the next day, when you've had a good night's rest, poor dear." "For pity's sake tell me all now!" gasped Mrs Cruden; "unless you want to kill me."
The Shuckleford ladies were invited, but unfortunately were unable to go, to a little quiet house-warming given by the Crudens on the occasion of their taking possession of the new house. But though they could not go, Miss Crisp could, and, as a matter of course, Mr Booms, in all the magnificence of last year's spring costume.
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