Ralph the heir had, after all, gone to Margate. Mr. Neefit had got such a hold upon him that he had no help for it. He found himself forced to go to Margate. When he was asked the second and third time, with all the energy of Mr. Neefit\'s eloquence, he was unable to resist. What reason could he give that he should not go to Margate, seeing that it was a thing quite understood that he was to endeavour to persuade Polly to be his wife. Neefit came to him two mornings running, catching him each morning just as he was smoking his cigar after breakfast, and was very eloquent. He already owed Mr. Neefit over five hundred pounds, and the debt on the first of these mornings was made up to one thousand pounds, a receipt being given for the shop debt on one side, and a bond for the whole money, with 5 per cent. interest, being taken in return for it. "You\'d better pay off what little things you owes, Captain," said the generous breeches-maker, "and then, when the time comes, we\'ll settle with the gent about the \'orses." Neefit played his game very well. He said not a word about selling the horses, or as to any restriction on his young "Captain\'s" amusements. If you pull at your fish too hard you only break your line. Neefit had a very fine fish on his hook, and he meant to land it. Not a word was said about Margate on that occasion, till the little pecuniary transaction was completed. Then the Captain was informed that the Neefit family would certainly spend the next week at that marine Paradise, and that Polly expected "the Captain\'s" company. "Them\'s the places," said Neefit, "where a girl grows soft as butter." This he said when the door-handle was in his hand, so that "the Captain" had no chance of answering him. Then he came again the next morning, and returned to the subject as though "the Captain" had already consented. There was a near approach to anger on one side and determined opposition on the other during this interview, but it ended in acquiescence on the Captain\'s side. Then Mr. Neefit was once more as gracious as possible. The graciousness of such men in acknowledging their own inferiority is sometimes wonderful. "You needn\'t be seen about with me, you know," said Mr. Neefit. This was said after Ralph had positively declared that he would not go actually with the Neefits and occupy the same apartments. "It would be altogether wrong,—for Polly\'s sake," said Ralph, looking very wise and very moral. To this view Neefit assented, not being quite sure how far "the Captain" might be correct in his ideas of morality.

"They\'ve been and fixed young Newton for Polly," said Mr. Waddle that morning, to his friend Herr Bawwah, when he was told to mark off Ralph\'s account in the books as settled. "Dashed if they \'aven\'t," the German grunted. "Old Neverfit\'s a-playing at \'igh game, ain\'t he?" Such was the most undeserved nickname by which this excellent tradesman was known in his own establishment. "I don\'t see nodin about \'igh," said the German. "He ain\'t got no money. I call it low." Waddle endeavoured to explain the circumstances, but failed. "De peoples should be de peoples, and de nobles should be de nobles," said Herr Bawwah;—a doctrine which was again unintelligible to Mr. Waddle.

Ralph having overcome an intense desire to throw over his engagement, to sell his horses, and to start for Jerusalem, did go down to Margate. He put himself up at an hotel there, eat his dinner, lighted a cigar, and went down upon the sands. It was growing dusk, and he thought that he should be alone,—or, at least, uninterrupted in a crowd. The crowd was there, and nobody in the place would know him,—except the Neefits. He had not been on the sands two minutes before he encountered Mr. Neefit and his daughter. The breeches-maker talked loud, and was extremely happy. Polly smiled, and was very pretty. In two minutes Neefit saw, or pretended to see, a friend, and Ralph was left with his lady-love. There never was so good-natured a father! "You\'ll bring her home to tea, Captain," said the father, as he walked off.

On that occasion, Ralph abstained from all direct love-making, and Polly, when she found that it was to be so, made herself very pleasant. "The idea of your being at Margate, Mr. Newton," said Polly.

"Why not I, as well as another?"

"Oh, I don\'t know. Brighton, or some of those French places, or any where all about the world, would be more likely for you, I should think."

"Margate seems to be very jolly."

"Oh, I like it. But then we are not swells, you know. Have you heard the news? Ontario Moggs is going to stand to be \'member of Parliament\' for Percycross."

"My rival!" That was the only word he uttered approaching to the subject of love.

"I don\'t know anything about that, Mr. Newton. But it\'s true."

"Why, Sir Thomas Underwood is going to stand."

"I don\'t know anything about anybody else, but Ontario Moggs is going to stand. I do so hope he\'ll get in. They say he speaks quite beautiful. Did you ever hear him?"

"I never heard him."

"Ah, you may laugh. But a bootmaker can make a speech sometimes as well as,—as well as a peer of Parliament. Father says that old Mr. Moggs has given him ever so much money to do it. When a man is in Parliament, Mr. Newton, doesn\'t that make him a gentleman?"

"No."

"What then?"

"Nothing on earth can make a man a gentleman. You don\'t understand Latin, Polly?"

"No. I hope that isn\'t necessary for a young woman."

"By no means. But a poet is born, and can\'t be made."

"I\'m not talking of poets. Ontario Moggs is a poet. But I know what you mean. There\'s something better even than to be a gentleman."

"One may be an angel,—as you are, Polly."

"Oh,—me;—I\'m not thinking of myself. I\'m thinking of Ontario Moggs,—going into Parliament. But then he is so clever!"

Ralph was not minded to be cut out by Moggs, junior, after coming all the way to Margate after his lady-love. The thing was to be done, and he would do it. But not to-night. Then he took Polly home, and eat prawns with Mr. and Mrs. Neefit. On the next day they all went out together in a boat.

The week was nearly over, and Ralph had renewed his suit more than once, when the breeches-maker proceeded to "put him through his facings." "She\'s a-coming round, ain\'t she, Captain?" said Mr. Neefit. By this time Ralph hated the sight of Neefit so thoroughly, that he was hardly able to repress the feeling. Indeed, he did not repress it. Whether Neefit did not see it, or seeing it chose to ignore the matter, cannot be said. He was, at any rate, as courteous as ever. Mrs. Neefit, overcome partly by her husband\'s authority, and partly induced to believe that as Ontario Moggs was going into Parliament he was no longer to be regarded as a possible husband, had yielded, and was most polite to the lover. When he came in of an evening, she always gave him a double allowance of prawns, and hoped that the tea was to his liking. But she said very little more than this, standing somewhat in awe of him. Polly had been changeable, consenting to walk with him every day, but always staving the matter off when he asked her whether she thought that she yet knew him well enough to be his wife. "Oh, not half well enough," she would say. "And then, perhaps, you know, I\'m not over fond of the half that I do know." And so it was up to the last evening, when the father put him through his facings. In respect of "the Captain\'s" behaviour to Polly, the father had no just ground of complaint, for Ralph had done his best. Indeed, Ralph was fond enough of Polly. And it was hard for a man to be much with her without becoming fond of her. "She\'s a-coming round, ain\'t she, Captain?" said Mr. Neefit.

"I can\'t say that she is," said Ralph, turning upon his heel near the end of the pier.

"You don\'t stick to her fast enough, Captain."

This was not to be borne. "I\'ll tell you what it is, Mr. Neefit," said Ralph, "you\'d better let me alone, or else I shall be off."

"You\'d only have to come back, Captain, you know," said Neefit. "Not as I want to interfere. You\'re on the square, I see that. As long as you\'re on the square, there ain\'t nothing I won\'t do. I ain\'t a-blaming you,—only stick to her." "Damn it all!" said Ralph, turning round again in the other direction. But there was Neefit still confronting him. "Only stick to her, Captain, and we\'ll pull through. I\'ll put her through her facings to-night. She\'s thinking of that orkard lout of a fellow just because he\'s standing to be a Parl\'ament gent." This did not improve matters, and Ralph absolutely ran away,—ran away, and escaped to his hotel. He would try again in the morning, would still make her his wife if she would have him! And then swore a solemn oath that in such case he would never see his father-in-law again.

Polly was not at all averse to giving him opportunities. They were together on the sands on the next morning, and he then asked her very seriously whether she did not think that there had been enough of this, that they might make up their minds to love each other, and be married as it were out of hand. Her father and mother wished it, and what was there against it? "You cannot doubt that I am in earnest now, Polly?" he said.

"I know you are in earnest well enough," she answered.

"And you do not doubt that I love you?"

"I doubt very much whether you love father," said Polly. She spoke this so sharp and quickly that he had no reply ready. "If you and I were to be married, where should we live? I should want to have father and mother with me. You\'d mean that, I suppose?" The girl had read his thoughts, and he hadn\'t a word to say for himself. "The truth is, you despise father, Mr. Newton."

"No, indeed."

"Yes, you do. I can see it. And perhaps it\'s all right that you should. I\'m not saying— Of course, he\'s not like you and your people. How should he be? Only I\'m thinking, like should marry like."

"Polly, you\'re fit for any position in which a man could place you."

"No, I\'m not. I\'m not fit for any place as father wouldn\'t be fit for too. I\'d make a better hand at it than father, I dare say,—because I\'m younger. But I won\'t go anywhere where folk is to be ashamed of father. I\'d like to be a lady well enough;—but it\'d go against the very grain of my heart if I had a house and he wasn\'t to be made welcome to the best of everything."

"Polly, you\'re an angel!"

"I\'m a young woman who knows who\'s been good to me. He\'s to give me pretty nigh everything. You wouldn\'t be taking me if it wasn\'t for that. And then, after all, I\'m to turn my back on him because he ain\'t like your people. No; never; Mr. Newton! You\'re well enough, Mr. Newton; more than good enough for me, no doubt. But I won\'t do it. I\'d cut my heart out if I was turning my back upon father." She had spoken out with a vengeance, and Ralph didn\'t know that there was any more to be said. He couldn\'t bring himself to assure her that Mr. Neefit would be a welcome guest in his house. At this moment the breeches-maker was so personally distasteful to him that he had not force enough in him to tell a lie upon the matter. They were now at the entrance of the pier, at which their ways would separate. "Good-bye, Mr. Newton," said she. "There had better ............