"You can take yourself off as soon as ever you like.

You can't be too quick to please me." Mr.Nugent bowed and walked past the counter.

"And not even a bit of wedding-cake for me," he said, shaking a reproachful head at the heated Mr.Silk.

"Why, I'd put you down first on my list." He paused at the door, and after a brief intimation that he would send for his effects on the following day, provided that his broken heart had not proved fatal in the meantime, waved his hand to the company and departed.

Mr.Kybird followed him to the door as though to see him off the premises, and gazing after the receding figure swelled with indignation as he noticed that he favoured a mode of progression which was something between a walk and a hornpipe.
Mr.Nugent had not been in such spirits since his return to Sunwich, and, hardly able to believe in his good fortune, he walked on in a state of growing excitement until he was clear of the town.