, I dare say, but you don't
think now he was a very fine fellow.'

'He was so beautiful, Mrs Hurtle!'

'But he hadn't the spirit of a mouse in his bosom. Well, Ruby, you
have one more choice left you. Shall it be John Crumb or Mrs Buggins?'

'He wouldn't come, Mrs Hurtle.'

'Leave that to me, Ruby. May I bring him if I can?' Then Ruby in a
very low whisper told Mrs Hurtle, that if she thought proper she might
bring John Crumb back again. 'And there shall be no more nonsense?'

'No,' whispered Ruby.

On that same night a letter was sent to Mrs Buggins, which Mrs Hurtle
also composed, informing that lady that unforeseen circumstances
prevented Ruby Ruggles from keeping the engagement she had made; to
which a verbal answer was returned that Ruby Ruggles was an impudent
hussey. And then Mrs Hurtle in her own name wrote a short note to Mr
John Crumb.

DEAR MR CRUMB,

If you will come back to London I think you will find Miss Ruby
Ruggles all that you desire.

Yours faithfully,

WINIFRED HURTLE.

'She's had a deal more done for her than I ever knew to be done for
young women in my time,' said Mrs Pipkin, 'and I'm not at all so sure
that she has deserved it.'

'John Crumb will think she has.'

'John Crumb's a fool;--and as to Ruby; well, I haven't got no patience
with girls like them. Yes; it is for the best; and as for you, Mrs
Hurtle, there's no words to say how good you've been. I hope, Mrs
Hurtle, you ain't thinking of going away because this is all done.'

CHAPTER LXXXI - MR COHENLUPE LEAVES LONDON

Dolly Longestaffe had found himself compelled to go to Fetter Lane
immediately after that meeting in Bruton Street at which he had
consented to wait two days longer for the payment of his money. This
was on a Wednesday, the day appointed for the payment being Friday. He
had undertaken that, on his part, Squercum should be made to desist
from further immediate proceedings, and he could only carry out his
word by visiting Squercum. The trouble to him was very great, but he
began to feel that he almost liked it. The excitement was nearly as
good as that of loo. Of course it was a 'horrid bore,'--this having
to go about in cabs under the sweltering sun of a London July day. Of
course it was a 'horrid bore,'--this doubt about his money. And it went
altogether against the grain with him that he should be engaged in any
matter respecting the family property in agreement with his father a