ke anybody."
"What have you been saying to him?" inquired Nugent.
"Nothing," replied Miss Kybird; "he's often like that. He's got a nasty,
miserable, jealous disposition. Not that I mind what he thinks."
Mr. Silk breathed hard and looked from one to the other.
"Perhaps he'll grow out of it," said Nugent, hopefully. "Cheer up,
Teddy. You're young yet."
"Might I arsk," said the solemnly enraged Mr. Silk, "might I arsk you not
to be so free with my Christian name?"
"He doesn't like his name now," said Nugent, drawing his chair closer to
Miss Kybird's, "and I don't wonder at it. What shall we call him? Job?
What's that work you're doing? Why don't you get on with that fancy
waistcoat you are doing for me?"
Before Miss Kybird could deny all knowledge of the article in question
her sorely tried swain created a diversion by rising. To that simple act
he imparted an emphasis which commanded the attention of both beholders,
and, drawing over to Miss Kybird, he stood over her in an attitude at
once terrifying and reproachful.
"Take your choice, Amelia," he said, in a thrilling voice. "Me or 'im--
which is it to be?"
[Illustration: "Me or 'im--which is it to be?"]
"Here, steady, old man," cried the startled Nugent. "Go easy."
"Me or 'im?" repeated Mr. Silk, in stern but broken accents.
Miss Kybird giggled and, avoiding his gaze, looked pensively at the faded
hearthrug.
"You're making her blush," said Mr. Nugent, sternly. "Sit down, Teddy;
I'm ashamed of you. We're both ashamed of you. You're confusing us
dreadfully proposing to us both in this way."
Mr. Silk regarded him with a scornful eye, but Miss Kybird, bidding him
not to be foolish, punctuated her remarks with the needle, and a
struggle, which Mr. Silk regarded as unseemly in the highest degree, took
place between them for its possession.
Mr. Nugent secured it at last, and brandishing it fiercely extorted
feminine screams from Miss Kybird by threatening her with it. Nor was
her mind relieved until Mr. Nugent, remarking that he would put it back
in the pincushion, placed it in the leg of Mr. Edward Silk.
Mr. Kybird and his wife, entering through the shop, were just in time to
witness a spirited performance on the part of Mr. Silk, the cherished
purpose of which was to deprive them of a lodger. He drew back as they
entered and, raising his voice above Miss Kybird's, began to explain his
action.
"Teddy, I'm ashamed of you," s
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