“And don't you cough at me,” said the irritated Mr. Silk, “because it won't do no good.”
Mr. Kybird subsided. He was not going to quarrel with a son-in-law who might at any moment be worth ten thousand pounds.
“Isn't he mad?” inquired the amazed Mr. Nugent.
“Cert'nly not,” replied Mr. Kybird, moving aside to let his daughter pass; “no madder than you are. Wot d'ye mean, mad?”
Mr. Nugent looked round in perplexity. “Do you mean to tell me that Teddy and Amelia are married?” he said, in a voice trembling with eagerness.
“I do,” said Mr. Kybird. “It seems they've been fond of one another all along, and they went up all unbeknown last Friday and got a license and got married.”
“And if I see you putting your 'and on 'er shoulder ag'in” said Mr. Silk, with alarming vagueness.
“But suppose she asks me to?” said the delighted Mr. Nugent, with much gravity.
