"Ann is agreeable." "Get out of the house," said the captain in quiet, measured tones.
Mr.Wilks went, but on his way to the gate he picked up three pieces of paper which had blown into the garden, weeded two pieces of grass from the path, and carefully removed a dead branch from a laurel facing the window.

He would have done more but for an imperative knocking on the glass, and he left the premises sadly, putting his collection of rubbish over the next garden fence as he passed it.
But the next day the captain's boots bore such a polish that he was able to view his own startled face in them, and at dinner-time the brightness of the knives was so conspicuous that Mrs.Kingdom called Ann in for the purpose of asking her why she didn't always do them like that.

Her brother ate his meal in silence, and going to his room afterwards discovered every pair of boots he possessed, headed by the tall sea-boots, standing in a nicely graduated line by the wall, and all shining their hardest.
For two days did Mr.Wilks do good by stealth, leaving Ann to blush to find it fame; but on the third day at dinner, as the captain took up his knife and fork to carve, he became aware of a shadow standing behind his chair.

A shadow in a blue coat with metal buttons, which, whipping up the first plate carved, carried it to Mrs.Kingdom, and then leaned against her with the vegetable dishes.
The dishes clattered a little on his arm as he helped the captain, but the latter, after an impressive pause and a vain attempt to catch the eye of Mr.Wilks, which was intent upon things afar off, took up the spoon and helped himself.

From the unwonted silence of Miss Nugent in the presence of anything unusual it was clear to him that the whole thing had been carefully arranged.