With that second shot Jenny’s powder was spent. Davy looked down into her face and said-- “I’m terr’ble onaisy about herself, ma’am, and can’t take rest at nights for thinking what’s to come to her when I am gone.” “Gone?” said Jenny, rising quietly. “That’s so ma’am,” said Davy. “I’m going away--back to that ould Nick’s oven I came from, and I’ll want no money there.” “Is that why you’re wasting it here, Captain Quiggin?” said Jenny. Her gayety was gone by this time. “No--yes! Wasting? Well maybe so, ma’am, may be so. It’s the way with money. Comes like the droppings out of the spout at the gable, ma’am; but goes like the tub when the bull has tipped it. Now I was thinking ma’am----” “Well, Captain?” “She won’t take any of it, coming from me, but I was thinking, ma’am--” “Yes?” Davy was pawing the carpet with one foot, and Jenny’s eyes were creeping up the horn buttons of his waistcoat. “I was thinking, ma’am, if you could take a mossle of it yourself before it’s all gone, and go and live with her--you and she together somewheres--some quiet place--and make out somehow--women’s mortal clever at rigging up yarns that do no harm--make out that somebody belonging to you is dead--it can’t kill nobody to say that ma’am--and left you a bit of a fortune out of hand----” Davy’s restless foot was digging away at the carpet while he was stammering out these broken words: “Haven’t you no ould uncle, ma’am, that would do for the like of that?” Jenny had to struggle with herself not to leap up and hug Capt’n Davy then and there, “What a ninny the girl was!” she thought. But she said aloud, as well as she could for her throat that was choking her, “I see what you mean, Captain Quiggin. But, Cap tain----” “Ma’am?” said Davy. “If you have so much thought--(_gulp, gulp_)--for your wife’s welfare (_gulp_), you--must love her still (_gulp, gulp_)? “I daren’t say no, ma’am,” said Davy, with downcast eyes. “And if you love her, however deeply she may have offended you, surely you should never leave her. Come, now, Captain, forgive and forget; she is only a woman, you know.” “That’s just where the shoe pinches, ma’am, so I’m taking it off. Out yonder it’ll be easier to forgive. And if it’ll be harder to forget, what matter?” Jenny’s eyes were beginning to fill. “No use crying over spilled milk, is it, ma’am? The heart-ache is a sort of colic that isn’t cured by drops.” Jenny was breaking down fast. “Aw, the heart’s a quare thing, ma’am. Got its hunger same as anything else. Starve it, and it’ll know why. Gives you a kind of a sinking at the pit of your stomach, ma’am. Did you never feel it, ma’am?” Davy’s speech was rude enough, but that only made its emotion the more touching to Jenny. Between gulp and gulp she tried to say that if he went away he would never be happy again. “Happy, ma’am? D’ye say happy? I’m not happy _now,_” said Davy.