'None at all, madam—none at all!' interrupted Captain Pegg. 'By all the rules of treasure-hunting, the finder keeps the treasure.'
Mrs. Handsomebody was silenced. She did not wish to quarrel with the Peggs.
Mrs. Pegg moved closer to her.
'Mrs. Handsomebody,' she said, winking her white eyelashes very fast, 'I really do not think that you should allow your pupils to accept this—er—treasure. My father-in-law has become very eccentric of late, and I am positive that he himself buried these things very recently. Only day before yesterday, I saw that set of ivory chessmen on his writing-table.'
'Hold your tongue, Sophia!' shouted Captain Pegg loudly.
Mr. Mortimer Pegg looked warningly at his wife.
'All right, governor! Don’t you worry,' he said, taking his father’s arm. 'It shall be just as you say; but one thing is certain, you’ll take your death of cold if you stay out in this night air.'
As he spoke, he turned up the collar of his coat.
Captain Pegg shook hands with a grand air with Angel and me, then he lifted The Seraph in his arms and kissed him.
'Good-night, bantling!' he said, softly. 'Sleep tight!'