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      “Well, then there's no harm done,” said his friend, “and it'll be a bit o' sport for both of us. You go up and start, an' I'll have another pint of beer and a clean pipe waiting for you against you come back.”

      Sorely against his better sense Mr. Raggett rose and went off, grumbling. It was fatiguing work on a hot day, climbing the road up the cliff, but he took it quietly, and having gained the top, moved slowly towards the cottage.

      “Morning, Mr. Raggett,” said Kate cheerily, as he entered the cottage. “Dear, dear, the idea of an old man like you climbing about! It's wonderful.”

      “I'm sixty-seven,” said Mr. Raggett viciously, “and I feel as young as ever I did.”

      “To be sure,” said Kate soothingly; “and look as young as ever you did. Come in and sit down a bit.”

      Mr. Raggett with some trepidation complied, and sitting in a very upright position, wondered how he should begin. “I am just sixty-seven,” he said slowly. “I'm not old and I'm not young, but I'm just old enough to begin to want somebody to look after me a bit.”

      “I shouldn't while I could get about if I were you,” said the innocent Kate. “Why not wait until you're bed-ridden?”

      “I don't mean that at all,” said Mr. Raggett snappishly. “I mean I'm thinking of getting married.”

      “Good—gracious!” said Kate open-mouthed.

      “I may have one foot in the grave, and resemble a dried herring in the face,” pursued Mr. Raggett with bitter sarcasm, “but——”

      “You can't help that,” said Kate gently.

      “But I'm going to get married,” said Raggett savagely.

      “Well, don't get in a way about it,” said the girl. “Of course, if you want to, and—and—you can find somebody else who wants to, there's no reason why you shouldn't! Have you told father about it?”

      “I have,” said Mr. Raggett, “and he has given his consent.”

      He put such meaning into this remark and so much more in the contortion of visage which accompanied it, that the girl stood regarding him in blank astonishment.

      “His consent?” she said in a strange voice.

      Mr. Raggett nodded.

      “I went to him first,” he said, trying to speak confidently. “Now I've come to you—I want you to marry me!”

      “Don't you be a silly old man, Mr. Raggett,” said Kate, recovering her composure. “And as for my father, you go back and tell him I want to see him.”

      She drew aside and pointed to the door, and Mr. Raggett, thinking that he had done quite enough for one day, passed out and retraced his steps to the “Jolly Sailor.” Mr. Boom met him half-way, and having received his message, spent the rest of the morning In fortifying himself for the reception which awaited him.

      It would be difficult to say which of the two young people was the more astonished at this sudden change of affairs. Miss Boom, affecting to think that her parent's reason was affected treated him accordingly, a state of affairs not without its drawbacks, as Mr. Boom found out. Tarrell, on the other hand, attributed it to greed, and being forbidden the house, spent all his time ashore on a stile nearly opposite, and sullenly watched events.

      For three weeks Mr. Raggett called daily, and after staying to tea, usually wound up the evening by formally proposing for Kate's hand. Both conspirators were surprised and disappointed at the quietness with which Miss Boom received these attacks; Mr. Raggett meeting with a politeness which was a source of much wonder to both of them.

      His courting came to an end suddenly. He paused one evening with his hand on the door, and having proposed in the usual manner was going out, when Miss Boom called him back.

      “Sit down, Mr. Raggett,” she said calmly. Mr. Raggett, wondering inwardly, resumed his seat.

      “You have asked me a good many times to marry you,” said Kate.

      “I have,” said Mr. Raggett, nodding.

      “And I'm sure it's very kind of you,” continued the girl, “and if I've hurt your feelings by refusing you, it is only because I have thought perhaps I was not good enough for you.”

      In the silence which followed this unexpected and undeserved tribute to Mr. Raggett's worth, the two old men eyed each other in silent consternation.

      “Still, if you've made up your mind,” continued the girl, “I don't know that it's for me to object. You're not much to look at, but you've got the loveliest chest of drawers and the best furniture all round in Mastleigh. And I suppose you've got a little money?”

      Mr. Raggett shook his head, and in a broken voice was understood to say: “A very little.”

      “I don't want any fuss or anything of that kind,” said Miss Boom calmly. “No bridesmaids or anything of that sort; it wouldn't be suitable at your age.”

      Mr. Raggett withdrew his pipe, and holding it an inch or two from his mouth, listened like one in a dream.

      “Just a few old friends, and a bit of cake,” continued Miss Boom musingly. “And instead of spending a lot of money in foolish waste, well have three weeks in London.”

      Mr. Raggett made a gurgling noise in his throat, and suddenly remembering himself, pretended to think that it was something wrong with his pipe, and removing it blew noisily through the mouthpiece.

      “Perhaps,” he said, in a trembling voice—“perhaps you'd better take a little longer to consider, my dear.”

      Kate shook her head. “I've quite made up my mind,” she said, “quite. And now I want to marry you just as much as you want to marry me. Good-night, Father; good-night—George.”

      Mr. Raggett started violently, and collapsed in his chair.

      “Raggett,” said Mr. Boom huskily.

      “Don't talk to me,” said the other, “I can't bear it.”

      Mr. Boom, respecting his friend's trouble, relapsed into silence again, and for a long time not a word was spoken.

      “My 'ed's in a whirl,” said Mr. Raggett at length.

      “It 'ud be a wonder if it wasn't,” said Mr. Boom sympathetically.

      “To think,” continued the other miserably, “how I've been let in for this. The plots an' the plans and the artfulness what's been goin' on round me, an' I've never seen it.”

      “What d'ye mean?” demanded Mr. Boom, with sudden violence.

      “I know what I mean,” said Mr. Raggett darkly.

      “P'r'aps you'll tell me, then,” said the other.

      “Who thought of it first?” demanded Mr. Raggett ferociously. “Who came to me and asked me to court his slip of a girl?”

      “Don't you be a' old fool,” said Mr. Boom heatedly. “It's done now, and what's done can't be undone. I never thought to have a son-in-law seven or eight years older than what I am, and what's more, I don't want it.”

      “Said I wasn't much to look at, but she liked my chest o' drawers,” repeated Raggett mechanically.

      “Don't ask me where she gets her natur' from, cos I couldn't tell you,” said the unhappy parent; “she don't get it from me.”

      Mr. Raggett allowed this reflection upon the late Mrs. Boom to pass unnoticed, and taking his hat from the table, fixed it firmly upon his head, and gazing with scornful indignation upon his host, stepped slowly out of the door without going through the formality of bidding him good-night.

      “George,” said a voice from

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