"I never could see anything in young wimmen," said the boatswain, musingly. "Silly things, most of "em. Always thinking about their looks; especially them as haven"t got none."
He took up the empty gla.s.s and toyed with it thoughtfully.
"It"s no good waiting," said Rosa; "you won"t get no more beer; not if you stay here all night."
"So long!" said the boatswain, still playing with the gla.s.s. "So long! I know one or two that"ll "ave a fit pretty near when I tell "em about you sitting on your "air."
He put up his left arm instinctively, but Miss Jelks by a supreme effort maintained her calmness. Her eyes and colour were beyond her control, but her voice remained steady.
"So long!" she said, quietly. She took the gla.s.s from him and smiled.
"If you like to wait a moment, I"ll get you a little drop more," she said, graciously.
"Here"s luck!" said Mr. Walters, as she returned with the gla.s.s. He drank it slowly and then, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, stood regarding her critically.
"Well, so long!" he said again, and, before the astonished maiden could resist, placed a huge arm about her neck and kissed her.
"You do that again, if you dare!" she gasped, indignantly, as she broke loose and confronted him. "The idea!"
"I don"t want to do it agin," said the boatswain. "I"ve "ad a gla.s.s of ale, and you"ve "ad a kiss. Now we"re quits."
He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand again and walked off with the air of a man who has just discharged an obligation. He went out the back way, and Rosa, to whom this sort of man was an absolutely new experience, stood gazing after him dumbly. Recovering herself, she followed him to the gate, and, with a countenance on which amazement still lingered, stood watching his tall figure up the road.
CHAPTER VI
WORK!" said Mr. Robert Vyner, severely, as he reclined in a deck-chair on the p.o.o.p of the Indian Chief and surveyed his surroundings through half-closed eyes. "Work! It"s no good sitting here idling while the world"s work awaits my attention."
Captain Trimblett, who was in a similar posture a yard away, a.s.sented.
He also added that there was "nothing like it."
"There"s no play without work," continued Mr. Vyner, in a spirit of self-admonition.
The captain a.s.sented again. "You said something about work half an hour ago," he remarked.
"And I meant it," said Mr. Vyner; "only in unconscious imitation I dozed off. What I really want is for somebody to take my legs, somebody else my shoulders, and waft me gently ash.o.r.e."
"I had a cook o" mine put ash.o.r.e like that once," said Captain Trimblett, in a reminiscent voice; "only I don"t know that I would have called it "wafting," and, so far as my memory goes, he didn"t either. He had a lot to say about it, too."
Mr. Vyner, with a noisy yawn, struggled out of his chair and stood adjusting his collar and waistcoat.
"If I couldn"t be a chrysalis," he said, slowly, as he looked down at the rec.u.mbent figure of the captain, "do you know what I would like to be?"
"I"ve had a very hard day"s work," said the other, defensively, as he struggled into a sitting posture-"very hard. And I was awake half the night with the toothache."
"That isn"t an answer to my question," said Mr. Vyner, gently. "But never mind; try and get a little sleep now; try and check that feverish desire for work, which is slowly, very, very slowly, wearing you to skin and bone. Think how grieved the firm would be if the toothache carried you off one night. Why not go below and turn in now? It"s nearly five o"clock."
"Couldn"t sleep if I did," replied the captain, gravely. "Besides, I"ve got somebody coming aboard to have tea with me this afternoon."
"All right, I"m going," said Robert, rea.s.suringly. "n.o.body I know, I suppose?"
"No," said the captain. "Not exactly," he added, with a desire of being strictly accurate.
Mr. Vyner became thoughtful. The captain"s reticence, coupled with the fact that he had made two or three attempts to get rid of him that afternoon, was suspicious. He wondered whether Joan Hartley was the expected guest; the captain"s unwillingness to talk whenever her name came up having by no means escaped him. And once or twice the captain had, with unmistakable meaning, dropped hints as to the progress made by Mr. Saunders in horticulture and other pursuits. At the idea of this elderly mariner indulging in matrimonial schemes with which he had no sympathy, he became possessed with a spirit of vindictive emulation.
"It seems like a riddle; you"ve excited my curiosity," he said, as he threw himself back in the chair again and looked at the gulls wheeling lazily overhead. "Let me see whether I can guess-I"ll go as soon as I have."
""Tisn"t worth guessing," said Captain Trimblett, with a touch of brusqueness.
"Don"t make it too easy," pleaded Mr. Vyner. "Guess number one: a lady?"
The captain grunted.
"A widow," continued Mr. Vyner, in the slow, rapt tones of a clairvoyant. "The widow!"
"What do you mean by the widow?" demanded the aroused captain.
"The one you are always talking about," replied Mr. Vyner, winking at the sky.
"Me!" said the captain, purpling. "I don"t talk about her. You don"t hear me talk about her. I"m not always talking about anybody. I might just have mentioned her name when talking about Truefitt"s troubles; that"s all."
"That"s what I meant," said Robert Vyner, with an air of mild surprise.
"Well, it"s not her," said the captain, shortly.
"Somebody I know, but not exactly," mused Robert. "Somebody I know, but-Let me think."
He closed his eyes in an effort of memory, and kept them shut so long that the captain, anxious to get him away before his visitor"s arrival, indulged in a loud and painful fit of coughing. Mr. Vyner"s eyes remained closed.
"Any more guesses?" inquired the captain, loudly.
Mr. Vyner, slept on. Gulls mewed overhead; a rattle of cranes sounded from the quays, and a conversation-mostly in hoa.r.s.e roars-took place between the boatswain in the bows and an elderly man ash.o.r.e, but he remained undisturbed. Then he sprang up so suddenly that he nearly knocked his chair over, and the captain, turning his head after him in amaze, saw Joan Hartley standing at the edge of the quay.
Before he could interfere Mr. Vyner, holding her hand with anxious solicitude, was helping her aboard. Poised for a moment on the side of the ship, she sprang lightly to the deck, and the young man, relinquishing her hand with some reluctance, followed her slowly toward the captain.
Ten minutes later, by far the calmest of the three, he sat at tea in the small but comfortable saloon. How he got there Captain Trimblett could not exactly remember. Mr. Vyner had murmured something about a slight headache, due in his opinion to the want of a cup of tea, and, even while talking about going home to get it, had in an abstracted fashion drifted down the companion-way.
"I feel better already," he remarked, as he pa.s.sed his cup up to Miss Hartley to be refilled. "It"s wonderful what a cup of tea will do."
"It has its uses," said the captain, darkly.
He took another cup himself and sat silent and watchful, listening to the conversation of his guests. A slight appearance of reserve on Miss Hartley"s part, a.s.sumed to remind Mr. Vyner of his bad behaviour on the occasion of their last meeting, was dispelled almost immediately.
Modesty, tinged with respectful admiration, was in every glance and every note of his voice. When she discovered that a man who had asked for his tea without sugar had drunk without remark a cup containing three lumps, she became thoughtful.
"Why didn"t you tell me?" she asked, in concern.