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Wilks obeyed, and again thanking him warmly for his invaluable services sat down to compile a few facts about his newly acquired wife, warranted to stand the severest cross-examination which might be brought to bear upon them, a task interspersed with malicious reminiscences of Mrs. Silk's attacks on his liberty. He also insisted on giving up his bed to Nugent for the night.

Wilks, with an insufferable simper. "Nothing, only it'll make things a little hit slow for me, that's all." Mr. Nugent eyed him for a space in speechless amazement, and then, with a few strong remarks on ingratitude and senile vanity, mounted the winding little stairs and went to bed. The day after Mr. Silk's sudden and unexpected assertion of his marital rights Mr.

Joseph transferred his furniture to No. 2, Paper Buildings; and not long after he had the pleasure of meeting Sir Arthur at dinner. Mr. Silk's love affairs were neither numerous nor interesting.

It was so ludicrous a disappointment that for the moment no one found speech. Langton heard Goodacre, behind him, catch his breath upon a wondering "O oh!" and felt the shock run down the table along the unsteady ranks. At the far end a voice Mr. Silk's cackled and burst into unseemly laughter. Langton swung round. "Mr.

But Bill said nothing further. He stood a moment longer by her horse, resting one hand on Silk's mane, and scraping absently in the soft earth with the toe of his boot. "Well, let's get somewhere," he said abruptly. "If you're too saddle sore to ride, walk a while. I'll go slower." She walked, and the exercise relieved the cramping ache in her limbs.

"I s'pose 'e's been and asked you to the wedding?" said the sarcastic Mrs. Silk. Her son started and, turning his back on her, wound up the clock. "Yes, 'e has," he said, with a sly grin. Mrs. Silk's eyes snapped. "Well, of all the impudence," she said, breathlessly. "Well, 'e has," said her son, hugging himself over the joke. "And, what's more, I'm going."

For some time Silk had been seriously thinking of cutting himself adrift from all acquaintanceship with Hall. He had, until now, borne with his acquaintanceship because Hall was connected with a society journal that wrote perilously near the law of libel; several times the paper had been threatened with actions, but had somehow, much to Silk's chagrin, managed to escape.

Out of this he presently emerged, bearing on his shoulders a canoe, old and weather-beaten, but stanch, for it rode light as a feather on the stream. Bill seated himself in the canoe, holding to Silk's lead rope. The other two he left free. "Now," he directed, "when I start across, you drive Nigger and Satin in if they show signs of hanging back. Bounce a rock or two off them if they lag."

At noon, two days later, they stepped out of a heavy stand of spruce into a sun-warmed meadow, where ripe, yellow grasses waved to their horses' knees. Hazel came afoot, a fresh-killed deer lashed across Silk's back. Bill hesitated, as if taking his bearings, then led to where a rocky spur of a hill jutted into the meadow's edge.

Silk alone, as otherwise the difficulty of his errand would be considerably increased, Mrs. Silk's intelligence being by no means obscured by any ungovernable affection for the Kybird family. The lamp was lit in the front room by the time he reached the house, and the shadows of geraniums which had won through several winters formed a straggling pattern on the holland blind. Mr.