"I don"t know that I have," said the captain. "This has been the only home I"ve had for the last ten years; and I feel leaving it, what must it be for her?"
Mr. Truefitt shook his head.
"I"m beginning to feel old," said the captain, "old and lonely. Changes like this bring it home to one."
He took out his pouch, and shaking his head solemnly began to fill his pipe again.
"You ought to follow my example," said Mr. Truefitt, eagerly.
"Too old," said the captain.
"Nonsense!" said the other. "And the older you get, the lonelier you"ll feel. Mind that!"
"I shall go and live with my boys and girls when I leave the sea," said the captain.
"They"ll probably be married themselves by that time," said his comforter.
He rose, and, going to an old corner cupboard, took out a bottle of whiskey and a couple of gla.s.ses and put them on the table. The captain, helping himself liberally, emptied his gla.s.s to Miss Willett.
"She"s coming to tea on Friday, with her mother," said Mr. Truefitt.
Captain Trimblett took some more whiskey and solemnly toasted Mrs.
Willett. He put his gla.s.s down, and lighting his pipe, which had gone out, beamed over at his friend.
"Are there any more in the family?" he inquired.
"There"s an uncle," said Mr. Truefitt, slowly, "and--"
"One at a time," said the captain, stopping him with one hand raised, while he helped himself to some more whiskey with the other. "The uncle!"
He drank the third gla.s.s slowly, and, sinking back in his chair, turned to his friend with a countenance somewhat flushed and wreathed in smiles.
"Who else?" he inquired.
"No more to-night," said Mr. Truefitt, firmly, as he got up and put the bottle back in the cupboard. He came back slowly, and, resuming his seat, gazed in a meditative fashion at his friend.
"Talking about your loneliness-" he began.
"My loneliness?" repeated the captain, staring at "You were talking about feeling lonely," Mr. Truett reminded him.
He proceeded with almost equal care to a.s.sist her mother
"So I was," said the captain. "So I was. You"re quite right; but it"s all gone now. It"s wonderful what a little whiskey will do."
"Wonderful what a lot will do," said Mr. Truefitt, with sudden asperity.
"You were talking about your loneliness, and I was advising you to get married."
"So you were," said the captain, nodding at him. "Good-night."
He went off to bed with a suddenness that was almost disconcerting. Thus deserted, Mr. Truefitt finished his whiskey and water and, his head full of plans for the betterment of everybody connected with him, blew out the lamp and went upstairs.
Owing possibly to his efforts in this direction Captain Trimblett and Mrs. Chinnery scarcely saw him until Friday afternoon, when he drove up in a fly, and, after handing out Miss Willett with great tenderness, proceeded with almost equal care to a.s.sist her mother. The latter, a fragile little old lady, was at once conducted to a chair and, having been comfortably seated was introduced to Mrs. Chinnery.
"It"s a long way," she said, as her daughter divested her of her bonnet and shawl, "but Cissie would insist on my coming, and I suppose, after all, it"s only right I should."
"Of course, mother," said Miss Willett, hurriedly.
"Right is right," continued the old lady, "after all is said and done.
And I"m sure Mr. Truefitt has been to ours often enough."
Mr. Truefitt coughed, and the captain-a loyal friend-a.s.sisted him.
"Night after night," said the old lady, during a brief interval.
Mr. Truefitt, still coughing slightly, began to place chairs at a table on which, as the captain presently-proved to his own dissatisfaction, there was not even; room for a pair of elbows. At the last moment the seating arrangements had to be altered owing to a leg of the table which got in the way of Mrs. Willett"s. The captain, in his anxiety to be of service, lowered a leaf of the table too far, and an avalanche of food descended to the floor.
"It don"t matter," said Mrs. Chinnery, in a voice that belied her words.
"Captain Trimblett is always doing something like that. The last time we had visitors he-"
"Kept on eating the cake after she had shaken her head at me,"
interrupted the captain, who was busy picking up the provisions.
"Nothing of the kind," cried Mrs. Chinnery, who was in no mood for frivolity. "I shouldn"t think of doing such a thing," she added, turning to Mrs. Willett, as the lady allowed herself to be placed in a more convenient position. "It"s all Captain Trimblett"s nonsense."
Mrs. Willett listened politely, "It is annoying, though," she remarked.
"He might eat all the cake in the house for what I care," said Mrs.
Chinnery, turning very red, and raising her voice a little.
"As a matter of fact I don"t like cake," said the captain, who was becoming uncomfortable.
"Perhaps it was something else," said the excellent Mrs. Willett, with the air of one a.s.sisting to unravel a mystery.
Mrs. Chinnery, who was pouring out tea, glared at her in silence. She also spared a glance for Captain Trimblett, which made that gentleman seriously uneasy. With an idea of turning the conversation into safer and more agreeable channels, he called the old lady"s attention to a pencil drawing of a ruined castle which adorned the opposite wall. Mrs.
Willett"s first remark was that it had no roof.
"It"s a ruin," said the captain; "done by Mrs. Chinnery."
The faded blue eyes behind the gold-rimmed spectacles inspected it carefully. "Done when she was a child-of course?" said Mrs. Willett.
"Eighteen," said Mrs. Chinnery, in a deep voice.
"I"m no judge of such things," said the old lady, shaking her head. "I only know what I like; but I dare say it"s very clever."
She turned to help herself from a plate that the captain was offering her, and, finding that it contained cake, said that she would prefer bread and b.u.t.ter.
"Not that I don"t like cake," she said. "As a rule I am rather partial to it."