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"Keziah," said Mr Brough softly, after a pause, and he whispered a few words in her ear--words whose effect was to send her from the room, but only to return in ten minutes, followed by Frank Marr, leading in his trembling wife.
STORY THREE, CHAPTER EIGHT.
CAN'T IT BE TO-MORROW?
There will doubtless be those ready to say that such things do not happen in real life--that rich men do not take poor men into partners.h.i.+p, nor yet give up handsome young wives on their wedding morn; but in spite of all that cynics may declare, there are men with hearts so large still to be found in this business-like world of ours--men who are ready to do any good to benefit another. And there are times when people do perform very eccentric acts, in proof of which must be related what took place in Walbrook that same evening, at a time when there was a merry party in the drawing-room, and old Richards' face wore an expression that it had not worn for years. There came a ring at the door bell--a sneaking under-handed sort of ring; and on Keziah opening the door--behold Peter Pas.h.!.+
"May I come in?" he said, modestly.
"Come in? yes, man," cried Keziah, catching him by the coat, and giving him a s.n.a.t.c.h so that he was pulled into the pa.s.sage, and the door banged behind him.
The next moment, to Peter's utter astonishment--for he was ignorant of the morning's changes--Keziah's arms were round his neck.
"Peter dear, can't it be to-morrow?"
"What! will you have me, then?" cried the little man in ecstasies, and the next moment there was the sound of such a kiss heard in that pa.s.sage that it rolled along, vibrating from floorcloth to ceiling, and actually echoed; not that one would have recorded the fact, only this was such a tremendously big kiss, and one that echoes is really worthy of mention.
_It_ could not "be to-morrow," but it happened very soon after, and Tom Brough gave away the bride, while, talk about illuminations, Peter Pash's house was a sight that drew together twelve small boys and an old woman, who stayed till the last dip went out and smelt unpleasant in the best room window; but it is not every man that can have an illumination at his own expense and of his own manufacture.
The gout proved too much for old Richards before another twelvemonths pa.s.sed; but every one said that during the last year of his life he was another man.
The End.
