Gentleman shook his head. ''Nothing for Mr Ibbs, I am afraid.''
''What, nothing? Do you hear that, Mr Ibbs?''
''Very sad,'' said Mr Ibbs, from his place at the brazier.
Mrs Sucksby grew confidential. ''Have you something, then, for me?''
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''Not for you, either, Mrs S,'' he said. ''Not for you; not for Garibaldi here'' (meaning John); ''not for Dainty, nor for Phil and the boys; nor even for Charley Wag.''
He said this, going all about the room with his eyes; and finally looking at me, and then saying nothing. I had taken up the scattered playing-cards, and was sorting them back into their suits. When I saw him gazing—and, besides him, John and Dainty, and Mrs Sucksby, still quite pink in the face, also looking my way—I put the cards down. He at once reached over and picked them up, and started shuffling. He was that kind of man, whose hands must always be busy.
''Well, Sue,'' he said, his eyes still upon me. His eyes were a very clear blue.
''Well, what?'' I answered.
''What do you say to this? It''s you I''ve come for.''
''Her!'' said John, in disgust.
Gentleman nodded. ''I have something for you. A proposal.''
''A proposal!'' said Phil. He had overheard it. ''Look out, Sue, he only wants to marry you!''
Dainty screamed,