n this world, it happened in some other,' so, go on, may
dear."

"Well," said Valmai, laughing rather nervously, "this happened in this
world, whatever! Once upon a time, there was a young girl who was
living on a wild sea-coast. It was very beautiful, but she was very
lonely sometimes, for she had no father nor mother, nor sister nor
brother."

"Poor thing," said the old man.

"Yes, certainly, she was very lonely," continued Valmai; "but one day
she met a young man, bright and brave and true."

"Handsome?"

"Yes, handsome, with sparkling black eyes, and--and--oh, very handsome!
and they loved each other truly, and--and--"

"Yes, yes! skip that. Ay know that. Go on."

"You can imagine that the poor lonely girl gave all her heart to her
lover, as there was no one else who cared for it; and so the days were
going by, and they were all in all to each other. But he had a stern,
morose father, and she had a cold and selfish uncle; and these two men
hated each other with a deadly hatred, just like a story book."

"Yes, Ay know," said the old man; "like Romeo and Juliet, you know."

"Perhaps, indeed," said Valmai; "but anyway, they dare not tell anyone
of their love, for they knew that the old father would never agree to
their being married, and the young man was very fond of his father,
although he was so dark and dour. At last, suddenly, he told his son
that he wanted him to go a long way off on business for him, and,
wishing to please him, he agreed to go."

"More fool he!" said the captain. "Ay wouldn't 'a gone."

"But he promised, and he hoped that when he had given his father this
proof of his love, he would give his consent to his marriage."

"Was he rich?"

"Yes, rather, I think."

"Well, why in the name of common sense didn't he defy his tarnished old
father, and marry the girl he liked?"

"You'll see, uncle; wait a minute. The days passed on, and their
parting was drawing near, and the nearer it came the more miserable
they were; and at last the lover begged his sweetheart to marry him, so
that he might feel, when he was far away, that she was really his wife
whatever might happen. Well, they were married the very morning on
which he left; married in an old, deserted church by a young clergyman,
who was a good and true friend to them."

"A jolly nice man he must have bin!"

"Yes, indeed, he was."

"You are making it all up in your head, Ay know. But what did they do
next?"

"Well,