“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. Presently I went on, too, and walked across the Head until I came within sight of Port Soderick. Then I sat down by a great bowlder. So quiet up there, Nelly; not a sound except the squeal of the sea birds, the boo-oo of the big waves outside, and the plash-ash of the little ones on the beach below. All at once I heard a sigh. At that I looked to the other side of the bowlder, and there was my friend of the monkey jacket. I was going to rise, but he rose instead, and begged me not to trouble. Then I was vexed with myself, and said I hoped he wouldn’t disturb himself on my account.”