Doug wavered.... Had it not been for the memory of some jolly little contrivances he had that afternoon fixed up in his cabin--a hammock, for instance, ingeniously slung to a stout beam by cords, so that he could haul it up to the ceiling and out of the way when not in use--oh, and a ship’s bell, rusty but with a throat of sonorous silver, had it not been for these, he might have been tempted by the idea of behaving so like a buccaneer, a roystering, stouthearted, easy-come-and-easy-go sort of fellow, as to quit harbour the very day of anchoring. But that hammock--and the bell--it would be a shame not to use them. He had not told Ursula about them, meaning to surprise her. But now he poured out a full description: “... And the point is, Teddy, it’s a dinkum naval hammock--the genuine thing--canvas, you know. They’re not easy to get, but a chap I once knew in the merchant service had a brother who was ships-chandler on the quay at St. Pol ... I remembered, and slipped off there while you were bargaining for that gate-legged table. And he sold me the bell, too--a real beauty--about ten bobs’ worth of silver in it. Nothing much to look at, of course. You’ll see; I’m not going to have any clocks at all at Grey Stone, but sound the four bells and eight bells--dong--dong--dong--dong--‘All’s ... well!’” And Ursula, defeated by the sheer stupefying force of little boys at their games, laid her head down on her arms and laughed and cried and cried; knowing well that now she would have to surrender and remain in Arcadia; knowing well that if you make your bed and do not want to lie on it, you need not; but if it be a double bed, and you have made it, and your partner will not stir, you must lie on it too. It was she, and not Doug, who had proposed their present sharp severance from Town and the Knapsack Club and all the other ties. And now they would never escape, never.... Nor again might she sufficiently want to escape. “Teddy, Teddy darling, don’t cry. It’s only a mood--I’ve had ’em myself.... That damned hooter at Polpinnock! I’ll hot you up a toddy of rum and milk--a chap I knew at the Knapsack smuggled me through a demi-john of the real stuff from Jamaica. And honestly, you’ll feel different in the morning....” [XIII]