‘Well, now, Mr. Thomas, I wish to have a talk.’  She had thus styled him since he grew too old to be called Tom; that is to say, since he was seventeen.  He was now thirty-one.  ’And I’m going to talk to you just like the old friends we are.  You see?  No nonsense; no beating about the bush.  You’d rather have it so, wouldn’t you?’ Scarce able to articulate, the visitor showed a cheery assent.  ’Yes, I was sure of that.  Now—­better come to the point at once—­my daughter is—­well, no, she isn’t yet, but the fact is I feel sure she’ll very soon be engaged.’

The blow was softened by Thomas’s relief at discovering that money would not be the subject of their talk, yet it fell upon him, and he winced.

‘You’ve expected it,’ pursued the lady, with bluff good-humour.  ’Yes, of course you have.’  She said ‘’ave,’ a weakness happily unshared by her daughter.  ’We don’t want it talked about, but I know you can hold your tongue.  Well, it’s young Mr. Fisher, of Nokes, Fisher and Co.  We haven’t known him long, but he took from the first to Alma, and I have my reasons for believing that the feeling is mutial, though I wouldn’t for the world let Alma hear me say so.’

Young Mr. Fisher.  Thomas knew of him; a capable business man, and son of a worthy father.  He kept his teeth close, his eyes down.

‘And now,’ pursued Mrs. Warbeck, becoming still more genial, ’I’m getting round to the unpleasant side of the talk, though I don’t see that it need be unpleasant.  We’re old friends, and where’s the use of being friendly if you can’t speak your mind, when speak you must?  It comes to this:  I just want to ask you quite straightforward, not to be offended or take it ill if we don’t ask you to come here till this business is over and settled.  You see?  The fact is, we’ve told Mr. Fisher he can look in whenever he likes, and it might happen, you know, that he’d meet you here, and, speaking like old friends—­I think it better not.’

A fire burned in the listener’s cheeks, a noise buzzed in his ears.  He understood the motive of this frank request; humble as ever—­never humbler than when beneath this roof—­he was ready to avow himself Mr. Fisher’s inferior; but with all his heart he wished that Mrs. Warbeck had found some other way of holding him aloof from her prospective son-in-law.

‘Of course,’ continued the woman stolidly, ’Alma doesn’t know I’m saying this.  It’s just between our two selves.  I haven’t even spoken of it to Mr. Warbeck.  I’m quite sure that you’ll understand that we’re obliged to make a few changes in the way we’ve lived.  It’s all very well for you and me to be comfortable together, and laugh and talk about all sorts of things, but with one like Alma in the ’ouse, and the friends she’s making and the company that’s likely to come here—­now you do see what I mean, don’t you, now?  And you won’t take it the wrong way?  No, I was sure you wouldn’t.  There, now, we’ll shake ‘ands over it, and be as good friends as ever.’  The handshaking was metaphorical merely.  Thomas smiled, and was endeavouring to shape a sentence, when he heard voices out in the hall.