man."

"I suppose he helps the Captain to spend his money?"

"Never a ha'po'th, ma'am, 'deed no; but ter'ble onaisy at it, and
rigging him constant But no use at all, at all. The Capt'n's intarmined
to ruin hisself. Somebody should just take him and wallop him, ding
dong, afore he's wasted all he's got, and hasn't a penny left at him."

"How dare you, Peggy?"

Peggy was dismissed in anger, and Mrs. Quiggin sat down to write a
letter to Lovibond. She begged him to pardon the liberty of one who was
no stranger, though they had never met, in asking him to come to her
without delay. This done, and marked _private_, she called Peggy back
and bade her to take the letter to Willie Quarrie, and tell him to give
it to the gentleman before the Captain came down to breakfast in the
morning.

The day was Sunday, the weather was brilliant, the window was open, and
the salt breath of the sea was floating into the room. With the rustle
of silk like a breeze in a pine tree Jenny Crow came back from a walk,
swinging a parasol by a ring about her wrist.

"Such an adventure!" she said, sinking into a chair. "A man, of
course! I saw him first on the Head at the skirts of the crowd that
was listening to the Bishop's preaching. Such a manly fellow!
Broad-shouldered, big-chested, standing square on his legs like a rock.
Dark, of course, and such eyes, Nelly! Brown--no black-brown. I like
black-brown eyes in a man, don't you?"

Captain Davy's eyes were of the darkest brown. Mrs. Quiggin gave no
sign.

"Then his dress--so simple. None of your cuffs and ruffs, and great high
collars like a cart going for coke. Just a blue serge suit, and a monkey
jacket. I like a man in a monkey jacket."

Captain Davy wore a monkey jacket; Mrs. Quiggin colored slightly.

"A sailor, thinks I. There's something so free and open about a sailor,
isn't there?"

"Do you think so, Jenny?" said Mrs. Quiggin in a faint voice.

"I'm sure of it, Nelly. The sailor is just like the sea. He's noisy--so
is the sea. Liable to storms--so is the sea. Blusters and boils, and
rocks and reels--so does the sea. But he's sunny too, and open and free,
and healthy and bracing, and the sea is all that as well."

Mrs. Quiggin was thinking of Captain Davy, and tingling with pleasure
and shame, but she only said, falteringly, "Didn't you talk of some
adventure?"

"Oh, of course, certainly," said Jenny. "After he had listened a moment
he went on, and I lost sight of him. Pr