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Wilks shook his head. "You look as though you'd lost a shilling and found a ha'penny," pursued the other. "Found a what?" inquired Mr. Wilks, wrinkling his forehead. "A ha'penny," said his friend. "Who did?" said Mr. Wilks. The other attempted to explain and was ably assisted by two friends, but without avail; the impression left on Mr. Wilks's mind being that somebody had got a shilling of his.
Wilks shook his head. "You look as though you'd lost a shilling and found a ha'penny," pursued the other. "Found a what?" inquired Mr. Wilks, wrinkling his forehead. "A ha'penny," said his friend. "Who did?" said Mr. Wilks. The other attempted to explain and was ably assisted by two friends, but without avail; the impression left on Mr. Wilks's mind being that somebody had got a shilling of his.
Wilks's hands dropped to his sides and his tongue refused its office, for in some strange fashion, quite in keeping with the lawless proceedings of the previous night, Captain Nugent had changed into a most excellent likeness of his own son. For some time Mr. Wilks stood gazing at this unexpected apparition and trying to collect his scattered senses.
Miss Nugent stepped along with the air of a martyr anxious to get to the stake and have it over, and she answered in monosyllables when her companion pointed out the beauties of the night. A bitter east wind blew up the road and set her yearning for the joys of Mr. Wilks's best room. "It's very cold," she said, shivering. Hardy assented, and reluctantly quickened his pace to keep step with hers.
So simultaneous were the two happenings that it actually appeared as though the closing of the door had blown Mr. Wilks's lamp out. It was a night of surprises, but after a moment's hesitation she stepped over and tried his door. It was fast, and there was no answer to her knuckling. She knocked louder and listened.
His perturbation attracted the attention of his hostess, and, looking round for the cause, she was just in time to see Ann disappearing into the larder with a cream jug. "The big jug, Ann," she said, impatiently; "you ought to know Sam would like a big one." Ann changed the jugs, and, ignoring a mild triumph in Mr. Wilks's eye, returned to the larder, whence ensued a musical trickling.
Miss Nugent stepped along with the air of a martyr anxious to get to the stake and have it over, and she answered in monosyllables when her companion pointed out the beauties of the night. A bitter east wind blew up the road and set her yearning for the joys of Mr. Wilks's best room. "It's very cold," she said, shivering. Hardy assented, and reluctantly quickened his pace to keep step with hers.
"That is the way he always talks," she whispered in the banker's ear. "His great forte is making fun." Wilks's speech consumed half an hour, during the whole of which Mostyn noticed that Dolly sat as if in restless thought, now and then hastily penciling a few words on a scrap of paper in her hand.
It was true that relations had been somewhat strained between them since the latter's attempt at crimping him, but he was never one to bear malice, and to-night he was full of the kindliest thoughts to all mankind. He burst into Mr. Wilks's front room suddenly and then pulled up short.
So simultaneous were the two happenings that it actually appeared as though the closing of the door had blown Mr. Wilks's lamp out. It was a night of surprises, but after a moment's hesitation she stepped over and tried his door. It was fast, and there was no answer to her knuckling. She knocked louder and listened.
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