"Dinah," said Mrs Bosenna, halting suddenly as they walked homeward in the dusk, "I've left one of my cuffs behind!" "Yes, mistress." "'Yes, mistress,'" Mrs Bosenna mimicked her. "If 'twas anything belonging to you, you'd be upset enough." "I'd have more reason," said Dinah stolidly. "Do 'ee want me to run back an' fetch it?" "No--o." Her mistress seemed to hesitate. "'Tisn't worth while; and ten chances to one somebody will find it." "That's what I was thinkin'," agreed Dinah. CHAPTER V. A TESTIMONIAL. Captain Cai's sea-chest had been conveyed to the Ship Inn, Trafalgar Square (so called--as the landlord, Mr Oke, will inform you--after the famous battle of that name), and there he designed to lodge while his friend and he furnished their new quarters. His bed, a four-poster, was luxurious indeed after his old bunk in the _Hannah Hoo_, and he betook himself to it early. Yet he did not sleep well. For some while sleep was forbidden by a confusion of voices in the bar-parlour downstairs; then, after a brief lull, the same voices started exchanging good-nights in the square without; and finally, when the rest had dispersed, two belated townsmen lingered in private conversation, now walking a few paces to and fro on the cobbles, but ever returning to anchorage under a street lamp beneath his window. By-and-by the town lamplighter came along, turned off the gas-jet and wished the two gossips good-night, adding that the weather was extraordinary for the time of year; but still they lingered. Captain Cai, worried by the murmur of their voices, climbed out of bed to close the window. His hand was outstretched to do so when, through the open sash, he caught a few articulate words--a fragment of a sentence. Said one--speaking low but earnestly--"If I should survive my wife, _as I hope to do_--"