“Father thought he’d like to see you,” ses Emma.  “I shall be proud to shake ’im by the ’and,” ses Ted, going red with joy.

“And you’re to come, too, Sophy,” ses Emma, turning to Mrs. Jennings.

Charlie coughed, feeling a bit orkard-like, and Emma stood there as if waiting for ’im to go.

“Well, so long,” ses Charlie at last.  “Take care o’ my little prize packet.”

“You can come, too, if you like,” ses Emma.  “Father said I was to bring you.  Don’t ’ave none of your nonsense there, that’s all.”

Charlie thanked ’er, and they was all walking along, him and Mrs. Jennings behind, when Emma looked over ’er shoulder.

“Sophy’s young man is coming,” she ses.

“Ho!” ses Charlie.  He walked along doing a bit o’ thinking, and by and by ’e gives a little laugh, and he ses, “I—­I don’t think p’r’aps I’ll come arter all.”

“Afraid?” ses Emma, with a nasty laugh.

“No,” ses Charlie.

“Well, it looks like it,” ses Emma.

“He’s brave enough where wimmen are concerned,” ses Mrs. Jennings.

“I was thinking of you,” ses Charlie.

“You needn’t trouble about me,” ses Mrs. Jennings.  “I can look after myself, thank you.”

Charlie looked round, but there was no help for it.  He got as far away from Mrs. Jennings as possible, and when they got to Emma’s house he went in last.

Emma’s father and mother was there and two or three of ’er brothers and sisters, but the fust thing that Charlie noticed was a great lump of a man standing by the mantelpiece staring at ’im.

“Come in, and make yourselves at ’ome,” ses Mr. White.  “I’m glad to see you both.  Emma ’as told me all about you.”

Charlie’s ’art went down into ’is boots, but every-body was so busy drawing their chairs up to the table that they didn’t notice ’ow pale he ’ad gone.  He sat between Mr. White and Mrs. Jennings, and by and by, when everybody was talking, he turned to ’im in a whisper, and asked ’im who the big chap was.

“Mrs. Jennings’s brother,” ses Mr. White; “brewer’s drayman he is.”

Charlie said, “Oh!” and went on eating, a bit relieved in ’is mind.

“Your friend and my gal ’ll make a nice couple,” ses Mr. White, looking at Ted and Emma, sitting ’and in ’and.

“She couldn’t ’ave a better husband,” ses Charlie, whispering again; “but where is Mrs. Jennings’s young man?  I ’eard he was to be here.”

Mr. White put down ’is knife and fork.  “Eh?” he ses, staring at ’im.

“Mrs. Jennings’s intended?” ses Charlie.

“Who are you getting at?” ses Mr. White, winking at ’im.

“But she ’as got one, ain’t she?” ses Charlie.  “That’ll do,” ses Mr. White, with another wink.  “Try it on somebody else.”

“Wot are you two talking about?” ses Emma, who ’ad been watching ’em.

“He’s trying to pull my leg,” ses ’er father, smiling all over his face.  “Been asking me where Mrs. Jennings’s young man is.  P’r’aps you oughtn’t to ’ave told us yet, Emma.”