"Then you knowed very little, Bet, ef you didn't find that out. Away on the sea, haven't I dreamt of you, and seen your face near mine, when the waves was rough, and we thought we'd be in Davy Jones' locker by the morning? And sometimes, Bet, when I'd be tempted to do as other fellows, and take to bad ways, your face 'ud come before me, and somehow I couldn't. I always knew when I was out on the waves that you was to be my lawful wedded wife one day. You can't go agin a thing like that, my dear. Why, when you come to think of it, it seems downright wrong even to name a promise you made only to yourself when you knowed no better." "But Will--Will--mother was wed, and she suffered--oh, she did suffer bitter--and it were then I vowed as no man should call me mate." Will's face grew dark. "And you was right," he said. "You was mor'n right--when you thought of sich as your father, and sich as Dent. Why, Bet, sich fellers as them ain't men at all--they ain't worthy of the name. I don't want to say much, Bet; but I ain't of their sort--I could be tender to you, my dear, and true, true as steel; and your father couldn't touch you when you was my lawful wife, darling. And you should have the little lads, and keep the promises you made to your mother. See, Bet, the moon's shining on us, and there's a beautiful salt taste of the sea on our lips, and there's all the love that I can give you shining out of my eyes this yer minute. You make me a promise, Bet, dear--one that will undo that base one you once vowed to yourself. Forget that promise--what were cruel and wicked, and a shame, when it came atween you and me. Here, make another now, Bet--one of your own as never got broke." "What shall I say, Will? I'm troubled sore, and yet I'm comforted beyond words to say; and you ha' done it! Will, dear Will. What promise shall I make as'll be true and binding on me forever?" "Say this, Bet: 'I give myself to you, Will Scarlett, and I'll be your wedded wife as soon as ever parson can be found to tie us together. So help me, God Almighty.'" Bet said the words without faltering, and as she did so a curious and wonderful thing happened to her--when she found her love, and believed in him, and gave herself up to him utterly, she also ceased to doubt that there was a God. He was there--He was good; He was blessing her. She had only twopence in her pocket, and her worldly career seemed a short hour ago utterly destroyed and done for; but now no girl in Liverpool could feel richer than she did. CHAPTER XIV.