the old fellow laid in when he could afford it—before he married. It is passed, and going back; should have been drunk five years ago."
Mr. Cargreen came to the table, and seated himself. Then Mr. Scantlebray flapped his arms, shook out his legs, and settled himself to the enjoyment of the lunch, in the society of Mr. Cargreen.
"The merry-thought! Pull with me, old man?"
"Certainly!"
Mr. Scantlebray and Mr. Cargreen were engaged on the merry-thought, each endeavoring to steal an advantage on the other, by working the fingers up the bone unduly, when the window was darkened.
Without desisting from pulling at the merry-thought each turned his head, and Scantlebray at once let go his end of the bone. At the window stood Captain Coppinger looking in at the couple, with his elbow resting on the window-sill.
Mr. Scantlebray flattered himself that he was on good terms with all the world, and he at once with hilarity saluted the Captain by raising the fingers greased by the bone to his brow.
"Didn't reckon on seeing you here, Cap'n."
"I suppose not."
"Come and pick a bone with us?"
Coppinger laughed a short snort through his nostrils.
"I have a bone to pick with you already."
"Never! no, never!"
"You have forced yourself on Miss Trevisa to act as her agent and valuer in the matter of dilapidations."
"Not forced, Captain. She asked me to give her friendly counsel. We are old acquaintances."
"I will not waste words. Give me her letter. She no longer requires your advice and counsel. I am going to act for her."
"You, Cap'n! Lor' bless me! You don't mean to say so!"
"Yes. I will protect her against being pillaged. She is my housekeeper."
"But see! she is only executrix. She gets nothing out of the property."
"No—but her niece and nephew do. Take it that I act for them. Give me up her letter."
Mr. Scantlebray hesitated.
