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"Too much draught for your mother," said Mr. Spriggs, feebly. "I'm afraid of her asthma agin." He fell to work on the collar once more, and, escaping at last from the clutches of that enemy, laid it on the table and unlaced his boots. An attempt to remove his coat was promptly frustrated by his daughter. "You'll get doing it when you come round to see us," she explained. Mr.
"Too much draught for your mother," said Mr. Spriggs, feebly. "I'm afraid of her asthma agin." He fell to work on the collar once more, and, escaping at last from the clutches of that enemy, laid it on the table and unlaced his boots. An attempt to remove his coat was promptly frustrated by his daughter. "You'll get doing it when you come round to see us," she explained. Mr.
He filled Uncle Gussie's glass for him, and that gentleman at once raised it and proposed the health of the young couple. "If anything was to 'appen to break it off now," he said, with a swift glance at his sister, "they'd be miserable for life, I can see that." "Miserable for ever," assented Mr. Potter, in a sepulchral voice, as he squeezed the hand of Miss Spriggs under the table.
"That's nearly as much as you're worth, uncle, isn't it?" inquired Miss Spriggs, daringly. Mr. Price shook his head at her and pondered. "Rather more," he said, at last, "rather more." Mr. Potter caught his breath sharply; Mr. Spriggs, who was stooping to get a light for his pipe, nearly fell into the fire. There was an impressive silence. "Money isn't everything," said Mr.
Beginning with shillings, he led up to half-crowns, and, encouraged by success, one afternoon boldly demanded a half-sovereign to buy a wedding-present with. Mrs. Spriggs drew her over-wrought husband into the kitchen and argued with him in whispers.
Price, calmly, as he paused for breath. "Don't get 'em if you don't want to. I'm trying to help you, that's all. I don't mind anybody knowing where I've been. I was innercent. If you will give way to sinful pride you must pay for it." Mr. Spriggs, by a great effort, regained his self-control. "Will you go away if I give you a quid?" he asked, quietly. "No," said Mr. Price, with a placid smile.
You don't suppose he wants to boast of where he's been?" "And suppose he comes while Alfred is here?" said his wife. "Then I say, 'How 'ave you left 'em all in Australia? and wink at him," said the ready Mr. Spriggs. "And s'pose you're not here?" objected his wife. "Then you say it and wink at him," was the reply. "No; I know you can't," he added, hastily, as Mrs.
Price, who was about to take a slice of bread and butter, refrained, and, closing his eyes, uttered a faint moan. "I sha'n't last the night," he muttered. "That's just it," said Mr. Spriggs, eagerly. "You see, Ethel is going to be married in a fortnight, and if you died here that would put it off." "I might last longer if I was took care of," said the other, opening his eyes.
If you must know, Alfred is drawing it out for uncle to invest it for him." The eyes of Mr. and Mrs. Spriggs and Mr. Price engaged in a triangular duel. The latter spoke first. "I'm putting it into my business for him," he said, with a threatening glance, "in Australia." "And he didn't want his generosity known," added Mr. Potter. The bewildered Mr. Spriggs looked helplessly round the table.
This is certainly very excellent testimony in your favour, young gentleman; and coming, as it does, from two so respectable and affluent houses as Spriggs, Boggs and Tweed, and Hammer and Hacket entitled to great credit.
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