"What do you want?" inquired Miss Kybird.
Mr. Nugent turned to a broken cane-chair which stood by the counter, and, after applying severe tests, regardless of the lady's feelings, sat down upon it and gave a sigh of relief.
"I've walked from London," he said, in explanation. "I could sit here for hours."
"Look here——" began the indignant Miss Kybird.
"Only people would be sure to couple our names together," continued Mr. Nugent, mournfully.
"When a handsome young man and a good-looking girl——"
"Do you want to buy anything or not?" demanded Miss Kybird, with an impatient toss of her head.
"No," said Jack, "I want to sell."