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Before replying Miss Nugent favoured him with a glance designed to express surprise at least at his knowledge of her movements. "Very much, thank you," she said, at last. Mr. Hardy, still looking at her with much comfort to himself, felt an insane desire to tell her how much she had been missed by one person at least in Sunwich.

He, too, resolved to vary his visits, and, starting with a basis of two a week, sat trying to solve the mathematical chances of selecting the same as Kate Nugent; calculations which were not facilitated by a long-winded account from Mr. Wilks of certain interesting amours of his youthful prime. Before he saw Kate Nugent again, however, another old acquaintance turned up safe and sound in Sunwich.

Miss Nugent grew restless, and the wrongs of her sex stirred within her. "You have very lofty ideas on the subject," she said, scornfully, "but I believe they are not uncommon." "Still, you have never thought about such things, you know," he reminded her. "And no doubt you have devoted a great deal of time to the subject." Hardy admitted it frankly. "But only since I returned to Sunwich," he said.

"And I've come back to lay my bones in Sunwich Churchyard," he concluded, pathetically; "that is, when I've done with 'em." "A lot of things'll happen before then," said Hardy. "I hope so," rejoined Mr. Nugent, piously; "my desire is to be buried by my weeping great-grandchildren. In fact, I've left instructions to that effect in my will all I have left, by the way."

"Strange he should come back after all these years," said Mrs. Kingdom; "though, to be sure, I don't know why he shouldn't. It's his native place, and his father lives here." "Who are you talking about?" inquired the captain. "Why, James Hardy," replied his sister. "I thought you said you had heard. He's coming back to Sunwich and going into partnership with old Swann, the shipbroker.

Kingdom, in tones of mild reproof, "how can you?" "Very good," said the captain, we'll see who gets tired of it first. "I'm in no hurry." A delicate but unmistakable snore rose from his shoulder in reply. For the first few days after his return Sunwich was full of surprises to Jem Hardy.

He had a dim feeling that, having been the cause of Miss Kybird's losing one young man, the most elementary notions of chivalry demanded that he should furnish her with another. And this idea was clearly uppermost in the minds of her parents. He looked over at Amelia and with characteristic philosophy accepted the position. "We shall be the handsomest couple in Sunwich," he said, simply.

Somnolent shopkeepers in dim back parlours coyly veiled their faces in red handkerchiefs from the too ardent flies, while small boys left in charge noticed listlessly the slow passing of time as recorded by the church clock. It is a fine church, and Sunwich is proud of it.

"And I've come back to lay my bones in Sunwich Churchyard," he concluded, pathetically; "that is, when I've done with 'em." "A lot of things'll happen before then," said Hardy. "I hope so," rejoined Mr. Nugent, piously; "my desire is to be buried by my weeping great-grandchildren. In fact, I've left instructions to that effect in my will all I have left, by the way."

He, too, resolved to vary his visits, and, starting with a basis of two a week, sat trying to solve the mathematical chances of selecting the same as Kate Nugent; calculations which were not facilitated by a long-winded account from Mr. Wilks of certain interesting amours of his youthful prime. Before he saw Kate Nugent again, however, another old acquaintance turned up safe and sound in Sunwich.