sprawled about in attitudes of restful abeyance, it was smoking
religiously, and the flat noise of solemn expectorations punctuated the
minutes. Edwin was easily the youngest person present--the average age
appeared to be about fifty--but nobody's curiosity seemed to be much
stirred by his odd arrival, and he ceased gradually to blush. When,
however, one of the women paused before him in silent question, and he
had to explain that he required no drink because he had only called for
a moment about a matter of business, he blushed again vigorously.

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TWO.

Then Mr Enoch Peake appeared. He was a short, stout old man, with fat
hands, a red, minutely wrinkled face, and very small eyes. Greeted with
the respect due to the owner of Cocknage Gardens, a sporting resort
where all the best foot-racing and rabbit-coursing took place, he
accepted it in somnolent indifference, and immediately took off his coat
and sat down in cotton shirt-sleeves. Then he pulled out a red
handkerchief and his tobacco-box, and set them on the table. Big James
motioned to Edwin.

"Evening, Mr Peake," said Big James, crossing the floor, "and here's a
young gent wishful for two words with you."

Mr Peake stared vacantly.

"Young Mr Clayhanger," explained Big James.

"It's about this card," Edwin began, in a whisper, drawing the
wedding-card sheepishly from his pocket. "Father had to go to
Manchester," he added, when he had finished.

Mr Enoch Peake seized the card in both hands, and examined it; and
Edwin could hear his heavy breathing.

Mrs Louisa Loggerheads, a comfortable, smiling administrative woman of
fifty, showed herself at the service-door, and nodded with dignity to a
few of the habitues.

"Missis is at door," said Big James to Mr Peake.

"Is her?" muttered Mr Peake, not interrupting his examination of the
card.

One of the serving-women, having removed Mr Peake's coat, brought a new
church warden, filled it, and carefully directed the tip towards his
tight little mouth: the lips closed on it. Then she lighted a spill and
applied it to the distant bowl, and the mouth puffed; and then the woman
deposited the bowl cautiously on the bench. Lastly, she came with a
small glass of sloe gin. Mr Peake did not move.

At length Mr Peake withdrew the pipe from his mouth, and after an
interval said--

"Aye!"

He continued to stare at the card, now held