“Nothing, sir,” said Mr. Wilks, with an insufferable simper. “Nothing, only it'll make things a little bit slow for me, that's all.”
Mr. Nugent eyed him for a space in speechless amazement, and then, with a few strong remarks on ingratitude and senile vanity, mounted the winding little stairs and went to bed.
CHAPTER XXV
The day after Mr. Silk's sudden and unexpected assertion of his marital rights Mr. Kybird stood in the doorway of his shop, basking in the sun. The High Street was in a state of post-prandial repose, and there was no likelihood of a customer to interfere with his confidential chat with Mr. Nathan Smith, who was listening with an aspect of great severity to his explanations.
“It ought not to 'ave happened,” he said, sharply. “It was Teddy done it,” said Mr. Kybird, humbly.
Mr. Smith shrugged his shoulders. “It wouldn't 'ave happened if I'd been there,” he observed, arrogantly.