“Silk is happy enough,” said Hardy. “It is the best thing that could have happened to him.”
“I should like to raise everybody's wages,” said the benevolent Mr. Swann, as he seated himself at his desk. “Everything is like a holiday to me after being cooped up in that bedroom; but the rest has done me a lot of good, so Blaikie says. And now what is going to happen to you?”
Hardy shook his head.
“Strike while the iron is hot,” said the ship-broker. “Go and see Captain Nugent before he has got used to the situation. And you can give him to understand, if you like (only be careful how you do it), that I have got something in view which may suit his son. If you fail in this affair after all I've done for you, I'll enter the lists myself.”
The advice was good, but unnecessary, Mr. Hardy having already fixed on that evening as a suitable opportunity to disclose to the captain the nature of the efforts he had been making on his behalf. The success which had attended them had put him into a highly optimistic mood, and he set off for Equator Lodge with the confident feeling that he had, to say the least of it, improved his footing there.
Captain Nugent, called away from his labours in the garden, greeted his visitor in his customary short manner as he entered the room. “If you've come to tell me about this marriage, I've heard of it,” he said, bluntly. “Murchison told me this afternoon.”
“He didn't tell you how it was brought about, I suppose?” said Hardy.