Part 8 (1/2)

”I wanted to ask your advice,” said the unscrupulous Hardy, speaking in low tones. ”I daresay you know I've just gone into partners.h.i.+p in Sunwich, and I'm told there's no man knows more about the business and the ins and outs of this town than you do.”

Mr. Wilks thawed despite himself. His face glistened and his huge mouth broke into tremulous smiles. For a moment he hesitated, and then noticing that a little group near them had suspended their conversation to listen to his he drew his chair back and, in a kind voice, invited the searcher after wisdom to step inside.

Hardy thanked him, and, following him in, took a chair behind the door, and with an air of youthful deference bent his ear to catch the pearls which fell from the lips of his host. Since he was a babe on his mother's knee sixty years before Mr. Wilks had never had such an attentive and admiring listener. Hardy sat as though glued to his chair, one eye on Mr. Wilks and the other on the clock, and it was not until that ancient timepiece struck the hour that the ex-steward suddenly realized the awkward state of affairs.

”Any more 'elp I can give you I shall always be pleased to,” he said, looking at the clock.

Hardy thanked him at great length, wondering, as he spoke, whether Miss Nugent was of punctual habits. He leaned back in his chair and, folding his arms, gazed thoughtfully at the perturbed Mr. Wilks.

”You must come round and smoke a pipe with me sometimes,” he said, casually.

Mr. Wilks flushed with gratified pride. He had a vision of himself walking up to the front door of the Hardys, smoking a pipe in a well-appointed room, and telling an incredulous and envious Fullalove Alley about it afterwards.

”I shall be very pleased, sir,” he said, impressively.

”Come round on Tuesday,” said his visitor. ”I shall be at home then.”

Mr. Wilks thanked him and, spurred on to hospitality, murmured something about a gla.s.s of ale, and retired to the back to draw it. He came back with a jug and a couple of gla.s.ses, and draining his own at a draught, hoped that the example would not be lost upon his visitor. That astute person, however, after a modest draught, sat still, anch.o.r.ed to the half-empty gla.s.s.

”I'm expecting somebody to-night,” said the ex-steward, at last.

”No doubt you have a lot of visitors,” said the other, admiringly.

Mr. Wilks did not deny it. He eyed his guest's gla.s.s and fidgeted.

”Miss Nugent is coming,” he said.

Instead of any signs of disorder and preparations for rapid flight, Mr. Wilks saw that the other was quite composed. He began to entertain a poor idea of Mr. Hardy's memory.

”She generally comes for a little quiet chat,” he said.

”Indeed!”

”Just between the two of us,” said the other.

His visitor said ”Indeed,” and, as though some chord of memory had been touched, sat gazing dreamily at Mr. Wilks's horticultural collection in the window. Then he changed colour a little as a smart hat and a pretty face crossed the tiny panes. Mr. Wilks changed colour too, and in an awkward fas.h.i.+on rose to receive Miss Nugent.

”Late as usual, Sam,” said the girl, sinking into a chair. Then she caught sight of Hardy, who was standing by the door.

”It's a long time since you and I met, Miss Nugent,” he said, bowing.

”Mr. Hardy?” said the girl, doubtfully.

”Yes, miss,” interposed Mr. Wilks, anxious to explain his position. ”He called in to see me; quite a surprise to me it was. I 'ardly knowed him.”

”The last time we three met,” said Hardy, who to his host's discomfort had resumed his chair, ”Wilks was thras.h.i.+ng me and you were urging him on.”

Kate Nugent eyed him carefully. It was preposterous that this young man should take advantage of a boy and girl acquaintance of eleven years before--and such an acquaintance!--in this manner. Her eyes expressed a little surprise, not unmixed with hauteur, but Hardy was too pleased to have them turned in his direction at all to quarrel with their expression.