Silk. "He'll never get
over the loss of Amelia Kybird. I always know when 'e 'as seen her, he's
that miserable there's no getting a word out of 'im."
Mr. Wilks smiled vaguely and went on with his supper, and, the meal
finished, allowed himself to be installed in an easy-chair, while his
hostess cleared the table. He sat and smoked in high good humour with
himself, the occasional remarks he made being received with an enthusiasm
which they seldom provoked elsewhere.
"I should like t' sit 'ere all night," he said, at last.
"I don't believe it," said Mrs. Silk, playfully.
"Like t' sit 'ere all night," repeated Mr. Wilks, somewhat sternly. "All
nex' day, all day after, day after that, day----"
Mrs. Silk eyed him softly. "Why would you like to sit here all that
time?" she inquired, in a low voice.
"B'cause," said Mr. Wilks, simply, "b'cause I don't feel's if I can
stand. Goo'-night."
He closed his eyes on the indignant Mrs. Silk and fell fast asleep. It
was a sound sleep and dreamless, and only troubled by the occasional
ineffectual attempts of his hostess to arouse him. She gave up the
attempt at last, and taking up a pair of socks sat working thoughtfully
the other side of the fire-place.
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