It seemed to him that he
once or twice perceived a face at an upper window, but at a quarter
past the hour Miss Sparkes had not come forth. He was on the point
of going boldly to the door when a recognizable figure
approached--that of Mr. Nibby. The men hailed each other.
"Waiting for somebody?" inquired the representative of the
Gillingwater burner, a twinkle in his eye.
To avoid the risk of complications Gammon avowed that he was looking
out for Miss Sparkes, with whom he wanted a word on private
business.
"First rate!" exclaimed Mr. Nibby. "She's coming along with Miss
Waghorn and me to my brother's at 'Endon--the "Blue Anchor"; do you
know it? Nice little property. You'll have to join us; first rate.
I'm only afraid it may rine. Do you think it will rine?"
"May or may not," replied Gammon, staring at the clouds and thinking
over the situation as it concerned himself. "If it's going to rine,
it will, you know."
"That's true. I'll just let 'em know I'm here."
But at this moment the two young ladies came forth, blushing and
resplendent.
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