Part 47 (1/2)

”You don't believe it, Bill?”

”Not a bit of it.”

”Oh, I am glad!” cried Miss Burge, clapping her hands. ”It would have been shocking if it had been true.”

”Did you go down and see Miss Thorne?”

”No, dear; I came to tell you directly.”

”You ought to have gone down and asked her about it, Betsey,” said her brother stiffly.

”Ought I, Bill dear? Oh, I am so sorry! I'll go down at once.”

”No, you won't: I'll go myself. Perhaps, poor girl! she has spent the money because it was wanted about her brother, and she's been afraid to speak about it, when of course, if she'd just said a word to you, Betsey, you'd have let her have fifty or a hundred pound in a minute.”

”No, indeed, Bill dear, for I haven't got it,” said Miss Burge innocently.

”Yes, you have, dear,” he said, s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up his face, and opening and shutting one eye a great deal. ”Of course she wouldn't take it from me, but she would from you, you know. Don't you see?”

”Oh, Bill dear, what a one you are!” cried little Miss Burge. ”I'll go down to her at once.”

”No,” he said; ”I must go. It's too late now; but another time you just mind, for you've got plenty of money for that I say, Betsey: I've got it, my dear--it's her mother!”

”What's her mother, Bill dear?”

”Spent the money, and she's took the blame,” he cried triumphantly.

”Oh! I am glad, Bill. But oh, how clever you are, dear! How did you find it out?”

”It's just knowing a thing or two; that's all, Betsey. I've had jobs like this in connection with business before now. But I must be off.”

”But won't you take me with you, Bill?”

He hesitated for a moment or two, and then said--

”Well, you may as well come, Betsey; but mind what you're about, and don't get making an offer, for fear of giving offence.”

”Would it give offence, Bill?”

”Yes, if you didn't mind your p's and q's. You hold your tongue, and leave everything to me; but if I give you a hint, you're to take Miss Thorne aside and make her an offer.”

”It's my belief that Bill will be making her an offer one of these days,” thought little Miss Burge; ”but she don't seem to be quite the sort of wife for him, if he is going to bring one home.”

Mr William Forth Burge was not long in changing his coat and he met his sister in the hall, twirling his orange silk handkerchief round and round his already too glossy hat; after which they walked down arm-in-arm to the school, to find the head pupil-teacher in charge, and the girls unusually quiet, a fact due to the vicar being in the cla.s.s-room, in company with George Canninge, both having arrived together, and then shaken hands warmly, and entered to have a look round the school.

Mr William Forth Burge and his sister both shook hands with the other visitors, and were then informed that Miss Thorne was suffering from a terribly bad headache. She had been very unwell, the pupil-teacher said, all the morning, and had been obliged to go and lie down.

Hereupon the visitors all began to fence, the object of their call being scrupulously kept in the background, and they one and all took a great deal of interest in the girls, and ended by going away all together, expressing their sorrow that poor Miss Thorne was so unwell.

The vicar and George Canninge walked up the town street together, after shaking hands with Mr and Miss Burge, and discussed politics till they parted; while Mr William Forth Burge, slowly followed with his sister, also talking politics but of a smaller kind, for they were the politics of the Plumton people, and the great man began to lay down the law according to his own ideas.