"It"s railly wuss till ever, sir," groaned Willie from behind his pen.
"What does it mean?" said Lovibond.
"It manes that I"m sailing to-morrow," said Davy.
"Sailing!" cried Lovibond.
"That"s so," said Davy. "Back to the ould oven we came from. Pacific steamer laves Liverpool by the afternoon tide, and we"ll catch her aisy if we take the "Snaefell" in the morning. Fixed a couple of berths by telegraph, and paid through Dumbell"s. Only ninety pounds the two--for"ard pa.s.sage--but nearly claned out at that. What"s the odds though? Enough left to give the boys a blow-out to-night, and then, heigho! stone broke, cut your stick and get out of it."
"A couple of berths? Did you say two?" said Lovibond.
"I"m taking Willie along with me," said Davy; "and he"s that joyful at the thought of it that you can"t get a word out of him for hallelujahs."
Willie"s joy expressed itself at that moment in a moan, as he rose from the table with a woe-begone countenance, and went out on his errand of invitation.
"But you"ll stay on," said Davy, "Eh?"
"No," said Lovibond, in a melancholy voice.
"Why not, then?" said Davy.
Lovibond did not answer at once, and Davy heaved up to a sitting posture that he might look into his face.
"Why, man; what"s this--what"s this?" said Davy. "You"re looking as down as ould Kinvig at the camp meeting, when the preacher afore him had used up all his tex"es. What"s going doing?"
Lovibond settled himself on the sofa beside Davy, and drew a deep breath. "I"ve seen her again, Capt"n," he said, solemnly.
"The sweet little lily in the church, sir?" said Davy.
"Yes," said Lovibond; and, after another deep breath, "I"ve spoken to her."
"Out with it, sir; out with it," said Davy, and then, putting one hand on Lovibond"s knee caressingly, "I"ve seen trouble in my time, mate; you may trust me--go on, what is it?"
"She"s married," said Lovibond.
Davy gave a prolonged whistle. "That"s bad," he said. "I"m symperthizing with you. You"ve been fishing with another man"s floats and losing your labor. I"m feeling for you. "Deed I am."
"It"s not myself I"m thinking of," said Lovibond. "It"s that angel of a woman. She"s not only married, but married to a brute."
"That"s wuss still," said Davy.
"And not only married to a brute," said Lovibond, "but parted from him."
Davy gave a yet longer whistle. "O-ho, O-ho! A quarrel is it?" he cried.
"Husband and wife, eh? Aw, take care, sir, take care. Women is "cute.
Extraordinary wayses they"ve at them of touching a man up under the watch-pocket of the weskit till you"d never think nothing but they"re angels fresh down from heaven, and you could work at the docks to keep them; but maybe cunning as ould Harry all the time, and playing the divil with some poor man. It"s me for knowing them. Husband and wife?
That"ll do, that"ll do. Lave them alone, mate, lave them alone."
"Ah, the sweet creature has had a terrible time of it!" said Lovibond, lying back and looking up at the ceiling.
"I lave it with you," said Davy, charging his pipe afresh as a signal of his neutrality.
"He must have led her a fearful life," continued Lovibond.
Davy lit up, and puffed vigorously.
"It would appear," said Lovibond, "that though she is so like a lady, she is entirely dependent upon her husband."
"Well, well," said Davy, between puff and puff.
"He didn"t forget that either, for he seems to have taunted her with her poverty."
A growl, like an oath half smothered by smoke, came from Davy.
"Indeed, that was the cause of quarrel."
"She did well to lave him," said Davy, watching the coils of his smoke going upward.
"Nay, it was he who left her."
"The villain!" said Davy. But after Davy had delivered himself so there was nothing to be heard for the next ten seconds but the sucking of lips over the pipe.
"And now," said Lovibond, "she can not stir out of doors but she finds herself the gossip of the island, and the gaze of every pa.s.ser-by."
"Poor thing, poor thing!" said Davy.
"He must be a low, vulgar fellow," said Lovibond; "and yet--would you believe it?--she wouldn"t hear a word against him."
"The sweet woman!" said Davy.
"It"s my firm belief that she loves the fellow still," said Lovibond.
"I wouldn"t trust," said Davy. "That"s the ways of women, sir; I"ve seen it myself. Aw, women is quare, sir, wonderful quare."
"And yet," said Lovibond, "while she is sitting pining to death indoors he is enjoying himself night and day with his coa.r.s.e companions."
Davy put up his pipe on the mantelpiece. "Now the man that does the like of that is a scoundrel," he said, warmly.
"I agree with you, Capt"n," said Lovibond.
"He"s a brute!" said Davy, more loudly.
"Of course we"ve only heard one side of the story," said Lovibond.
"No matter; he"s a brute and a scoundrel," said Davy. "Dont you hould with me there, mate?"
"I do," said Lovibond. "But still--who knows? She may--I say she may--be one of those women who want their own way."