"Don't be in a 'urry, Nat," she pleaded. "We ain't all as clever as you are."
"Talk about looking a gift-'orse in the mouth—" began the indignant Mr. Smith.
"Sit down," urged Mr. Kybird. "You can't expect us to be as quick in seeing things as wot you are."
He pushed his partly mollified friend into his chair again, and taking a seat next him began to view the affair with enthusiasm. "'Melia shall turn young Nugent off to-night," he said, firmly.
"That's right," said the other; "go and do a few more silly things like that and we shall be 'appy. If you'd got a 'ead instead of wot you 'ave got, you wouldn't talk of giving the show away like that. Nobody must know or guess about anything until young Teddy is married to 'Melia and got the money."
"It seems something like deceitfulness," said Miss Kybird, who had been listening to the plans for her future with admirable composure.
"It's for Teddy's own sake," said Nathan Smith. "Everybody knows 'e's half crazy after you."
"I don't know that I don't like 'im best, even without the money," said Miss Kybird, calmly. "Nobody could 'ave been more attentive than 'im. I believe that 'e'd marry me if 'e 'ad a hundred thousand, but it looks better your way."