Another glance made the supposition a certainty. There were the small boot-buttons of eyes, the heavy mottled expressionless face, which Colonel Tempest had until now considered to be the exclusive property of Mr. Swayne. This slouching, tawdry down-at-heel arrow was no doubt one of that gentleman's quiverful. Mr. Swayne had always worn such very unmarried waistcoats and button holes that it was a shock to Colonel Tempest to regard him as a domestic character. "Is Mr. Swayne at home?" he asked, amid the cackling and flouncing of the poultry. The "arrow," her cheek "bulged with the unchewed piece," looked at him doubtfully for a moment, and then called over her shoulder-- "Mother!" The voice as of a female who had never been held in subjection answered shrilly from within--"Well?" "Here's a gent as wants to see father." There was a sound of some heavy vessel being set down, and a woman, large and swarthy, came to the door. She might have been good-looking once. She might perhaps have been "a fine figure of a woman" in the days when Swayne wooed and won her, and no doubt her savings, for his own. But possibly the society of Mr. Swayne may not in the long run have exerted an ennobling or even a soothing influence upon her. Her complexion was a fiery red, and her whole appearance bespoke a temperament to which the artificial stimulus of alcohol, though evidently unnecessary, was evidently not denied. "Swayne's sick," she said, eyeing Colonel Tempest with distrust. "He can't see no one, and if he could, there's not a shilling in the house if you was to scrape the walls with a knife--so that's all about it. It's no manner of use coming pestering here for money." "I don't want money," said Colonel Tempest. "I want to pay, not to be paid." The woman shook her head incredulously, and put out her under lip, uttering the mystic word, "Walker!" It did not seem to bear upon the subject, but somebody, probably the accordion next door, laughed. "I must see him!" said Colonel Tempest, vehemently. "I've had dealings with him which I want to settle and have done with. It's my own interest to pay up. He would see me directly if he knew I was here." The woman hesitated. "Swayne is uncommon sick," she said, slowly. "If it's business I doubt he could scarce fettle at it now." "Do you mean he is not sober?" "He's sober enough, poor fellow," said Mrs. Swayne, with momentary sympathy; "but he's mortal bad. He hasn't done nobbut but dithered with a bit of toast since Tuesday, and taking it out of hisself all the time with flouncing and swearing like a brute beast." "Is he--do you mean to say he is _dying_?" demanded Colonel Tempest in sudden panic. "Doctor says he won't hang on above a day or two," said the girl nonchalantly. "Doctor says his works is clean wore out." "Let me go to him at once," said Colonel Tempest. "It is of great importance; I must see him at once." The women stared at each other undecidedly, and the girl nudged her mother.