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His Evening Out
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Mr. Onions, who describes himself as essentially a business man, decided before complying with Miss Price’s request to take a few preliminary steps. As the result of judiciously conducted inquiries, first at the Vine Street Police Station, and secondly at Twickenham, Mr. Onions arrived later in the day at Mr. Quincey’s chambers, with, to use his own expression, all the cards in his hand. It was Mr. Quincey who, professing himself unable to comply with Mr. Onion’s suggestion, arranged the interview with Miss Bulstrode. And it was Miss Bulstrode herself who, on condition that Mr. Onions added to the undertaking the further condition that he would marry Miss Price before the end of the month, offered to make it two hundred. It was in their joint interest–Mr. Onions regarding himself and Miss Price as now one–that Mr. Onions suggested her making it three, using such arguments as, under the circumstances, naturally occurred to him–as, for example, the damage caused to the lady’s reputation by the whole proceedings, culminating in a night spent by the lady, according to her own account, on Ham Common. That the price demanded was reasonable Mr. Onions considers as proved by Miss Bulstrode’s eventual acceptance of his terms. That, having got out of him all that he wanted, Mr. Quincey should have “considered it his duty” to communicate the entire details of the transaction to Miss Price, through the medium of Mr. Andrews, thinking it “as well she should know the character of the man she proposed to marry,” Mr. Onions considers a gross breach of etiquette as between gentlemen; and having regard to Miss Price’s after behaviour, Mr. Onions can only say that she is not the girl he took her for.
Mr. Aaron Andrews, on whom our representative called, was desirous at first of not being drawn into the matter; but on our representative explaining to him that our only desire was to contradict false rumours likely to be harmful to Mr. Parable’s reputation, Mr. Andrews saw the necessity of putting our representative in possession of the truth.
She came back on Tuesday afternoon, explained Mr. Andrews, and I had a talk with her.
“It is all right, Mr. Andrews,” she told me; “they’ve been in communication with my young man, and Miss Bulstrode has seen the magistrate privately. The case will be dismissed with a fine of forty shillings, and Mr. Quincey has arranged to keep it out of the papers.”
“Well, all’s well that ends well,” I answered; “but it might have been better, my girl, if you had mentioned that young man of yours a bit earlier.”
“I did not know it was of any importance,” she explained. “Mr. Parable told me nothing. If it hadn’t been for chance, I should never have known what was happening.”
I had always liked the young woman. Mr. Quincey had suggested my waiting till after Wednesday. But there seemed to me no particular object in delay.
“Are you fond of him?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she answered. “I am fonder than–” And then she stopped herself suddenly and flared scarlet. “Who are you talking about?” she demanded.
“This young man of yours,” I said. “Mr.–What’s his name–Onions?”
“Oh, that?” she answered. “Oh, yes; he’s all right.”
“And if he wasn’t?” I said, and she looked at me hard.
“I told him,” she said, “that if he would do what I asked him to do, I’d marry him. And he seems to have done it.”
“There are ways of doing everything,” I said; and, seeing it wasn’t going to break her heart, I told her just the plain facts. She listened without a word, and when I had finished she put her arms round my neck and kissed me. I am old enough to be her grandfather, but twenty years ago it might have upset me.
“I think I shall be able to save Miss Bulstrode that three hundred pounds,” she laughed, and ran upstairs and changed her things. When later I looked into the kitchen she was humming.