Capt'n Davy's Honeymoon by Hall Caine
CAPT'N DAVY'S HONEYMOON
By Hall Caine
Harper And Brothers1893
My money, ma'ammy money, not me.
So you say, sir.
It's my money you've been marrying, ma'am.
Maybe so, sir.
Deny it, deny it!
Why should I? You say it is so, and so be it.
Then dthe money. It took me more till ten years to make it,
and middling hard work at that; but you go bail it'll take me less nor
ten months to spend it. Ay, or ten weeks, and aisy doing, too! And
'till it's gone, Mistress Quig-gind'ye hear me?gone, every mortal
penny of it gone, pitched into the sea, scattered to smithereens, blown
to ould Harry, and dang himI'll lave ye, ma'am, I'll lave ye; and,
sink or swim, I'll darken your doors no more.
The lady and gentleman who blazed at each other with these burning
words, which were pointed, and driven home by flashing eyes and
quivering lips, were newly-married husband and wife. They were staying
at the old Castle Mona, in Douglas, Isle of Man, and their honeymoon
had not yet finished its second quarter. The gentleman was Captain Davy
Quiggin, commonly called Capt'n Davy, a typical Manx sea-dog, thirty
years of age; stalwart, stout, shaggy, lusty-lunged, with the tongue of
a trooper, the heavy manners of a bear, the stubborn head of a stupid
donkey, and the big, soft heart of the baby of a girl. The lady was
Ellen Kinvig, known of old to all and sundry as Nelly, Ness, or Nell,
but now to everybody concerned as Mistress Capt'n Davy Quiggin,
six-and-twenty years of age, tall, comely, as blooming as the gorse;
once as free as the air, and as racy of the soil as new-cut peat, but
suddenly grown stately, smooth, refined, proud, and reserved. They
loved each other to the point of idolatry; and yet they parted ten days
after marriage with these words of wroth and madness. Something had
come between them. What was it? Another man? No. Another woman? Still
no. What then? A ghost, an intangible, almost an invisible but very
real and divorce-making co-respondent. They call it Education.
Davy Quiggin was born in a mud house on the shore, near the old
church at Ballaugh. The house had one room only, and it had been the
living-room, sleeping-room, birth-room, and death-room of a family of
six. Davy, who was the youngest, saw them all out. The last to go were
his mother and his grandfather. They lay ill at the same time, and died
on the one day. The old man died first, and Davy fixed up a herring-net
in front of him, where he lay on the settle by the fire, so that his
mother might not see him from her place on the bed.
Not long after that, Davy, who was fifteen years of age, went to
live as farm lad with Kinvig, of Ballavolley. Kinvig was a solemn
person, very stiff and starchy, and sententious in his way, a mighty
man among the Methodists, and a power in the pulpit. He thought he had
done an act of charity when he took Davy into his home, and Davy repaid
him in due time by falling in love with Nelly, his daughter.
When that happened Davy never quite knew. That's the way of it, he
used to say. A girl slips in, and there ye are. Nelly was in to a
certainty when one night Davy came home late from the club meeting on
the street, and rapped at the kitchen window. That was the signal of
the home circle that some member of it was waiting at the door. Now
there are ways and ways of rapping at a kitchen window. There is the
pit-a-pat of a light heart, and the thud-thud of a heavy one; and there
is the sharp crack-crack of haste, and the dithering que-we-we of fear.
Davy had a rap of his own, and Nelly knew it.
There was a sort of a trip and dance and a rum-tum-tum in Davy's rap
that always made Nelly's heart and feet leap up at the same instant.
But on this unlucky night it was Nelly's mother who heard it, and
opened the door. What happened then was like the dismal sneck of the
outside gate to Davy for ten years thereafter. The porch was dark, and
so was the little square lobby behind the door. On numerous other
nights that had been an advantage in Davy's eyes, but on this occasion
he thought it a snare of the evil one. Seeing something white in a
petticoat he thew his arms about it and kissed and hugged it madly. It
struck him at the time as strange that the arms he held did not clout
him under the chin, and that the lips he smothered did not catch breath
enough to call him a gawbie, and whisper that the old people inside
were listening. The truth dawned on him in a moment, and then he felt
like a man with an eel crawling down his back, and he wanted nothing
else for supper.
It was summer time, and Davy, though a most accomplished sleeper,
found no difficulty in wakening himself with the dawn next morning. He
was cutting turf in the dubs of the Curragh just then, and he had four
hours of this pastime, with spells of sober meditation between, before
he came up to the house for breakfast. Then as he rolled in at the
porch, and stamped the water out of his long-legged boots, he saw at a
glance that a thunder-cloud was brewing there. Nelly was busy at the
long table before the window, laying the bowls of milk and the deep
plates for the porridge. Her print frock was as sweet as the May
blossom, her cheeks were nearly as red as the red rose, and like the
rose her head hung down. She did not look at him as he entered. Neither
did Mrs. Kinvig, who was bending over the pot swung from the hook above
the fire, and working the porridge-stick round and round with unwonted
energy. But Kinvig himself made up for both of them. The big man was
shaving before a looking-glass propped up on the table, and against the
Pilgrim's Progress and Clark's Commentaries. His left hand held the
point of his nose aside between the tip of his thumb and first finger,
while the other swept the razor through a hillock of lather and
revealed a portion of a mouth twisted three-quarters across his face.
But the moment he saw Davy he dropped the razor, and looked up with as
much dignity as a man could get out of a countenance half covered with
Come in, sir, said he, with a pretense of great deference.
Mawther, he said, twisting to Mrs. Kinvig, just wipe down a chair
for the gentleman.
Davy slithered into his seat. I'm in for it, he thought.
They're telling me, said Kinvig, that there is a fortune coming
at you. Aw, yes, though, and that you're taking notions on a farmer's
girl. Respectable man, tooone of the first that's going, with sixty
acres at him and more. Amazing thick, they're telling me. Kissing
behind the door, and the like of that! The capers! It was only
yesterday you came to me with nothing on your back but your father's
ould trowis, cut down at the knees.
Nelly slipped out. Her mother made a noise with the porridge-pot.
Davy was silent. Kinvig walloped his razor on the strop with terrific
vigor, then paused, pointed the handle in Davy's direction, tried to
curl up his lip into a withering sneer that was half lost in the
lather, and said with bitter irony, My house is too mane for you, sir.
You must lave me. It isn't the Isle of Man itself that'll hould the
likes of you.
Then Davy found his tongue. You're right, sir, said he, leaping to
his feet, It's too poor I am for your daughter, is it? Maybe I'll be a
piece richer someday, and then you'll be a taste civiler.
Behold ye now, said Kinvig, as bould as a goat! Cut your stick
I'm off, sir, said Davy; and, then, looking round and remembering
that he was being kicked out like a dog and would see Nelly no more,
day by day, the devil took hold of him and he began to laugh in
Kinvig's ridiculous face.
Good-by, ould Sukee, he cried. I lave you to your texes.
And, turning to where Mrs. Kinvig stood with her back to him, he
cried again, Good-by, mawther, take care of his ould headit's
swelling so much that his chapel hat is putting corns on it.
That night with his chiss of clothes on his shoulders, Davy came
down stairs and went out at the porch. There he slipped his burden to
the ground, for somebody was waiting to say farewell to him. It was the
right petticoat this time, and she was on the right side of the door.
The stars were shining overhead, but two that were better than any in
the sky were looking into Davy's face, and they were twinkling in
It was only a moment the parting lasted, but a world of love was got
into it. Davy had to do penance for the insults he had heaped upon
Nelly's father, and in return he got pity for those that had been
shoveled upon himself.
Good-by, Nell, he whispered; there's thistles in everybody's
crop. But no matter! I'll come back, and then it's married we'll be. My
goodness, yes, and take Ballacry and have six bas'es, and ten pigs, and
a pony. But, Nelly, will ye wait for me?
D'ye doubt me, Davy?
No; but will ye though?
Then its all serene, said Davy, and with another hug and a kiss,
and a lock of brown hair which was cut ready and tied in blue ribbon,
he was gone with his chest into the darkness.
Davy sailed in an Irish schooner to the Pacific coast of South
America. There he cut his stick again, and got a berth on a coasting
steamer trading between Valparaiso and Callao. The climate was
unhealthy, the ports were foul, the government was uncertain, the
dangers were constant, and the hands above him dropped off rapidly. In
two years Davy was skipper, and in three years more he was sailing a
steamer of his own. Then the money began to tumble into his chest like
crushed oats out of a Crown's shaft.
The first hundred pounds he had saved he sent home to Dumbell's
bank, because he could not trust it out of the Isle of Man. But the
hundreds grew to thousands, and the thousands to tens of thousands, and
to send all his savings over the sea as he made them began to be slow
work, like supping porridge with a pitchfork. He put much of it away in
paper rolls at the bottom of his chest in the cabin, and every roll he
put by stood to him for something in the Isle of Man. That's a new
cowhouse at Ballavolly. That's Balladry. That's ould Brew's mill at
Sulbyhe'll be out by this time.
All his dreams were of coming home, and sometimes he wrote letters
to Nelly. The writing in them was uncertain, and the spelling was
doubtful, but the love was safe enough. And when he had poured out his
heart in small i's and capital U's? he always inquired how more
material things were faring. How's the herrings this sayson; and did
the men do well with the mack'rel at Kinsale; and is the cowhouse new
thatched, and how's the chapel going? And is the ould man still playing
hang with the texes?
Kinvig heard of Davy's prosperity, and received the news at first in
silence, then with satisfaction, and at length with noisy pride. His
boy was a bould fellow. None o' yer randy-tandy-tissimee-tea tied to
the old mawther's apron-strings about him. He's coming home
rich, and he'll buy half the island over, and make a donation of a
harmonia to the chapel, and kick ould Cowley and his fiddle out.
Awaiting that event, Kinvig sent Nelly to England, to be educated
according to the station she was about to fill. Nelly was four years in
Liverpool, but she had as many breaks for visits home. The first time
she came she minced her words affectedly, and Kinvig whispered the
mother that she was getting a fine English tongue at her. The second
time she came she plagued everybody out of peace by correcting their
plaze to please, and the mate to meat, and the lave to
leave. The third time she came she was silent, and looked ashamed:
and the fourth time it was to meet her sweetheart on his return home
after ten years' absence.
Davy came by the Sneafell from Liverpool. It was Augustthe height
of the visiting seasonand the deck of the steamer was full of
tourists. Davy walked through the cobweb of feet and outstretched legs
with the face of a man who thought he ought to speak to everybody.
Fifty times in the first three hours he went forward to peer through
the wind and the glaring sunshine for the first glimpse of the Isle of
Man. When at length he saw it, like a gray bird lying on the waters far
away, with the sun's light tipping the hill-tops like a feathery crest,
he felt so thick about the throat that he took six steerage passengers
to the bar below to help him to get rid of his hoarseness. There was a
brass band aboard, and during the trip they played all the outlandish
airs of Germany, but just as the pacquet steamed into Douglas Bay, and
Davy was watching the land and remembering everything upon it, and
shouting That's Castle Mona! There's Fort Ann! Yonder's ould St.
Mathews's! they struck up Home, Sweet Home. That was too much for
Davy. He dived into his breeches' pockets, gave every German of the
troupe five shillings apiece, and then sat down on a coil of rope and
blubbered aloud like a baby.
Kinvig had sent a grand landau from Ramsey to fetch Capt'n Davy to
Ballaugh; but before the English driver from the Mitre had identified
his fare Davy had recognized an old crony, with a high, springless,
country cartBilliam Ballaneddan, who had come to Douglas to dispatch
a barrel of salted herrings to his married daughter at Liverpool, and
was going back immediately. So Davy tumbled his boxes and bags and
other belongings into the landau, piling them mountains high on the
cushioned seats, and clambered into the cart himself. Then they set off
at a race which should be home firstthe cart or the carriage, the
luggage or the owner of it; the English driver on his box seat with his
tall hat and starchy cravat, or Billiam twidling his rope reins, and
Davy on the plank seat beside him, bobbing and bumping, and rattling
over the stones like a parched pea on a frying pan.
That was a tremendous drive for Davy. He shouted when he recognized
anything, and as he recognized everything he shouted throughout the
drive. They took the road by old Braddan Church and Union Mills, past
St. John's, under the Tynwald Hill, and down Creg Willie's Hill. As he
approached Kirk Michael his excitement was intense. He was nearing home
and he began to know the people. Lord save us, there's Tommy
Bill-beghow do, Tommy? And there's ould Betty! My gough, she's in
yethow do, mawther? There's little Juan Caine growed up to a man! How
do, Johnny, and how's the girls and how's the ould man, and how's
yourself? Goodness me, here's Liza Corlett, and a baby at her! I
knew her when she was no more than a babby herself. This last remark
to the English driver who was coming up sedately with his landau at the
tail of the springless cart.
Drive on, Billiam! Come up, ould girljust a taste of the whip,
Billiam! Do her no harm at all. Bishop's Court! Deary me, the ould
house is in the same place still.
At length the square tower of Ballaugh
Church was seen above the trees with the last rays of the setting
sun on its topmost story, and then Davy's eagerness swept down all his
patience. He jumped up in the cart at the peril of being flung out,
took off his billycock, whirled it round his head, bellowed Hurrah!
Hurrah! Hurrah! After that he would have leaped alongside to the
ground and run. Hould hard! he cried, I'll bate the best mare that's
going. But Billiam pinned him down to the seat with one hand while he
whipped up the horse to a gallop with the other.
They arrived at Ballavolly an hour and a half before they were
expected. Mistress Kinvig was washing dishes in a tub on the kitchen
table. Kinvig himself was sitting lame with rheumatism in the elber
chair by the ingle. They wiped down a chair for Davy this time.
And Nelly, said Davy. Where's Nelly?
She's coming, Capt'n, said Kinvig. Nelly! he called up the
kitchen stairs, with a knowing wink at Davy, Here's a gentleman asking
Davy was dying of impatience. Would she be the same dear old Nell?
NellNelly, he shouted, I've kep' my word.
Aw, give her time, Capt'n, said Kinvig; a new frock isn't rigged
up in no time, not to spake of a silk handkercher going pinning round
But Davy, who had waited ten years, would not wait a minute longer,
and he was making for the stairs with the purpose of invading Nell's
own bedroom, when the lady herself came sweeping down on tiptoes. Davy
saw her coming in a cloud of silk, and at the next moment the slippery
stuff was crumbling, and whisking, and creaking under his hands, for
his arms were full of it.
Aw, mawther, said he. They're like honeysucklesdon't spake to
me for a week. Many's the time I've been lying in my bunk a-twigging
the rats squeaking and coorting overhead, and thinking to myself,
Kisses is skess with you now, Davy.
The wedding came off in a week. There were terrific rejoicings. The
party returned from church in the landau that brought up Davy's
luggage. At the bridge six strapping fellows, headed by the blacksmith,
and surrounded by a troop of women and children, stretched a rope
across the road, and would not let the horses pass until the bridegroom
had paid the toll. Davy had prepared him-self in advance with two
pounds in sixpenny bits, which made his trowsers pockets stand out like
a couple of cannon balls. He fired those balls, and they broke in the
air like shells.
At the wedding breakfast in the barn at Ballavolly Davy made a
speech. It was a sermon to young fellows on the subject of sweethearts.
Don't you marry for land, said he. It's muck, said he. What d'ye
say, Billiamyou'd like more of it? I wouldn't trust; but it's spaking
the truth I am for all. Maybe you think about some dirty ould trouss:
'She's a warm girl, she's got nice things at herbas'es and pigs, and
the like of that.' But don't, if you'rr not a reg'lar blundering
blockit. Then, looking down at the top of Nelly's head, where she sat
with her eyes in her lap beside him, he softened down to sentiment, and
said, Marry for love, boys; stick to the girl that's good, and then go
where you will she'll be the star above that you'll sail your barque
by, and if you stay at home (and there's no place like it) her parting
kiss at midnight will be helping you through your work all next day.
The parting kiss at midnight brought Davy's oration to a close, for
a tug at his coat-tails on Nelly's side fetched him suddenly to his
Two hours afterward the landau was rolling away toward the Castle
Mona Hotel at Douglas, where, by Nell's arrangement, Capt'n Davy and
his bride were to spend their honeymoon.
Now it so befell that on the very day when Capt'n Davy and Mrs.
Quiggin quarreled and separated, two of their friends were by their
urgent invitation crossing from England to visit them, Davy's friend
was Jonathan Lovibond, an Englishman, whose acquaintance he had made on
the coast. Mrs. Quiggin's was Jenny Crow, a young lady of lively
manners, whom she had annexed during her four years' residence at
Liverpool. These two had been lovers five years before, had quarreled
and parted on the eve of the time appointed for their marriage, and had
not since set eyes on each other. They met for the first time afterward
on the steamer that was taking them to the Isle of Man, and neither
knew the destination of the other.
Miss Crow looked out of her twinkling eyes and saw a gentleman
promenading on the quarter-deck before her, whom she must have thought
she had somewhere seen before, but that his gigantic black mustache was
a puzzle, and the little imperial on his chin was a baffling
difficulty. Mr. Lovibond puffed the smoke from a colossal cigar, and
wondered if the world held two pair of eyes like those big black ones
which glanced up at him sometimes from a deck stool, a puffy pile of
wool, two long crochet needles, and a couple of white hands, from which
there flashed a diamond ring he somehow thought he knew.
These mutual meditations lasted two long hours, and then a runaway
ball of the wool from the lap of the lady on the deck stool was hotly
pursued by the gentleman with the mustache, and instantly all
uncertainty was at an end.
After exclamations of surprise at the strange recognition (it was
all so sudden), the two old friends came to closer quarters. They
touched gingerly on the past, had some tender passages of delicate
fencing, gave various sly hits and digs, threw out certain subtle
hints, and came to a mutual and satisfactory understanding. Neither had
ever looked at anybody else since their rupture, and therefore both
were still unmarried.
Having reached this stage of investigation, the wool and its needles
were stowed away in a basket under the chair, in order that the lady
might accept the invitation of the gentleman to walk with him on the
deck; and as the wind had freshened by this time, and walking in skirts
was like tacking in a stiff breeze, the gentleman offered his arm to
the lady, and thus they sailed forth together.
And with whom are you to stay when we reach the island, Jenny?
With a young Manx friend lately married, said Jenny.
That's strange; for I am going to do the same, said Lovibond.
At Castle Mona, said Jenny.
That's stranger still; for it's the place to which I am going,
said Lovibond. What's your Manx friend's name?
Mrs. Quiggin, now, said Jenny.
That's strangest of all, said Lovibond; for my friend is Captain
Quiggin, and we are bound for the same place, on the same errand.
This series of coincidences thawed down the remaining frost between
the pair, and they exchanged mutual confidences. They had gone so far
as to promise themselves a fortnight's further enjoyment of each
other's society, when their arrival at Douglas put a sudden end to
Two carriages were waiting for them on the pierone, with a maid
inside, was to take Jenny to Castle Mona: the other, with a boy, was to
take Lovibond to Fort Ann.
The maid was Peggy Quine, seventeen years of age, of dark
complexion, nearly as round as a dolley-tub, and of deadly earnest
temperament. When Jenny found herself face to face and alone with this
person, she lost no time in asking how it came to pass that Mrs.
Quiggin was at Castle Mona while her husband was at Fort Ann.
They've parted, ma'am, said Peggy.
Parted? shrieked Jenny above the rattle of the carriage glass.
Ah, yes, ma'am, Peggy stammered; cruel, ma'am, right cruel, cruel
extraordinary. It's a wonder the capt'n doesn't think shame of his
conduck. The poor misthress! She's clane heartbroken. It's a mercy to
me she didn't clout him.
In two minutes more Jenny was in Mrs. Quiggin's room at Castle Mona,
crying, Gracious me, Ellen, what is this your maid tells me?
Nelly had been eating out her heart in silence all day long, and now
the flood of her pride and wrath burst out, and she poured her wrongs
upon Jenny as fiercely as if that lady stood for the transgressions of
He reproached me with my poverty, she cried.
Well, he told me I had only married him for his moneythere's not
And what did you say? said Jenny.
Say? What could I say? What would any woman say who had any respect
But how did he come to accuse you of marrying him for his money?
Had you asked him for any?
Not I, indeed.
Perhaps you hadn't loved him enough?
Not that eitherthat I know of.
Then why did he say it?
Just because I wanted him to respect himself, and have some respect
for his wife, too, and behave as a gentleman, and not as a raw Manx
rabbit from the Calf.
Jenny gave a look of amused intelligence, and said, Oh, oh, I see,
I see! Well, let me take off my bonnet, at all events.
While this was being done in the bedroom Nelly, who was furtively
wiping her eyes, continued the recital of her wrongs:
Would you believe it, Jenny, the first thing he did when we arrived
here after the wedding was to shake hands with the hall porter, and the
boots who took our luggage, and ask after their sisters and their
mothers, and their sweetheartsthe man knew them all. And when he
heard from his boy, Willie Quarrie, that the cook was a person from
Michael, it was as much as I could do to keep him from tearing down to
the kitchen to talk about old times.
Yes, I see, said Jenny; he has made a fortune, but he is just the
same simple Manx lad that he was ten years ago.
Just, just! We can't go out for a walk together but he shouts, 'How
do? Fine day, mates!' to the drivers of the hackney cabs across the
promenade; and the joy of his life is to get up at seven in the morning
and go down to the quay before breakfast to keep tally with a chalk for
the fishermen counting their herrings out of the boats into the
Not a bit changed, then, since he went away? said Jenny, before
Not a bit; and because I asked him to know his place, and if he is
a gentleman to behave as a gentleman and speak as a gentleman and not
make so easy with such as don't respect him any the better for it, he
turns on me and tells me I've only married him for his money.
Dreadful! said Jenny, fixing her fringe. And is this the old
sweetheart you have waited ten years for?
Indeed, it is.
And now that he has come back and you've married him, he has parted
from you in ten days?
Yes; and it will be the talk of the islandindeed it will.
Shocking! And so he has left you here on your honeymoon without a
penny to bless yourself?
Oh, for the matter of that, he fixed something on me before the
weddinga jointure, the advocates called it.
Terrible! Let me see. He's the one who sent you presents from
Oh; he piled presents enough on me. It's the way of the men: the
stingiest will do that. They like to think they're such generous
creatures. But let a poor woman count on it, and she'll soon be wakened
from her dream. 'You married me for my moneydeny it?'
Jenny was leaning her forehead against the window sash, and looking
vacantly out on the bay. Nelly observed her a moment, stopped suddenly
in the tale of her troubles, and said, in another voice, Jenny Crow, I
believe you are laughing at me. It's always the way with you. You can
take nothing seriously.
Jenny turned back to the room with a solemn face, and said, Nellie,
if you waited ten years for your husband, I suppose that he waited ten
years for you.
I suppose he did.
And, if he is the same man as he was when he went away, I suppose
his love is the same?
Then how could he say such things?
And, if he is the same, and his love is the same, isn't it possible
that somebody else is different?
Now, Jenny Crow, you are going to say it's all my fault?
Not all, Nelly. Something has come between you.
It's the money. Oh, Jenny, if you ever marry, marry a poor man, and
then he can't fling it in your face that you are poorer than he.
No; it can't be the money, Nelly, for the money is his, and yet it
hasn't changed him. And, Nelly, isn't it a good thing in a rich man not
to turn his back on his old poor comradesnot to think because he has
been in the sun that people are black who are only in the shadenot to
pretend to have altered his skin because his coat has changedisn't
I see what you mean. You mean that I've driven my husband away with
my bad temper.
No; not that; but Nellydear old Nellthink what you're doing.
Take warning from one who once made shipwreck of her own life. Think no
man common who loves youno matter what his ways are, or his manners,
or his speech. Love makes the true nobility. It ennobles him who loves
you and you who are beloved. Cling to itprize itdo not throw it
away. Money can not buy it, nor fame nor rank atone for it. When a
woman is loved she is a queen, and he who loves her is her king.
Mrs. Quiggin was weeping behind her hands by this time, but she
lifted swollen eyes to say, I see; you would have me go to him and
submit, and explain, and beg his pardon. 'Dear David, I didn't marry
you for your money' No, leaping to her feet, I'll scrub my
fingers to the bone first.
Say no more, Jenny Crow, We're hot-headed people, both of us, and
Then Jenny's solemn manner was gone in an instant. She snapped her
fingers, kicked up one leg a little, and said lightly, Very well; and
now let us have some dinner,
Meantime Lovibond was hearing the other side of the story from
Captain Davy at Forte Ann. On the way there he had heard of the
separation from the boy, Willie Quarrie, a lugubrious Manx lad,
eighteen years old, with a face as white as a haddock and as grim as a
Aw, terr'ble doings, sir, terr'ble, terr'ble! moaned Willie.
Young Mistress Quiggin ateing her heart out at Castle Mona, and
Captain Davy hisself at Forte Ann over, drinking and tearing and
carrying on till all's blue.
Lovibond found Captain Davy in the smoke-room with a face as hard as
a frozen turnip, one leg over the arm of an elbow chair, a
church-warden pipe in his mouth, a gigantic glass of brandy and soda
before him, and an admiring circle of the laziest riff-raff of the town
about him. As soon as they were alone he said:
But what's this that your boy tells me, captain?
I'm foundered, said Davy, broke, wrecked, the screw of my tide's
gone twisting on the rocks. I'm done, mate, I'm done.
Then he proceeded to recite the incidents of the quarrel, coloring
them by the light of the numerous glasses with which he had covered his
brain since morning.
'You've married me for my money,' says I. 'What else?' said she.
'Then dthe money,' says I, 'I'll lave you till it's gone.' 'Do it
and welcome,' says she, and I'm doing it, bad cess to it, I'm doing it.
But, stop this jaw. I swore to myself I wouldn't spake of it to any man
living. What d'ye drink? I've took to the brandy swig myself. Join in.
Mate! (this in a voice of thunder to the waiter at the end of the
adjoining room) brandy for the gentleman.
Lovibond waited a moment and then said quietly, But whatever made
you give her an ungenerous stab like that, captain?
Davy looked up curiously and answered, That's just what I've tooken
six big drinks to find out. But no use at all, and what's left to do?
Why take it back? said Lovibond.
No, deng my buttons if I will.
'Cause it's true.
Lovibond waited again, and then said in another voice, And is this
the little girl you used to tell of out yonder on the coastNessy,
Nelly, Nell, what was it?
Davy's eyes began to fill, but his mouth remained firm. He cleared
his throat noisily, shook the dust out of his pipe on to the heel of
his boot, and said, NoyesnoWell, it is and it isn't. It's Nelly
Kinvig, that's sarten sure. But the juice of the woman's sowl's dried
The little thing that used to know your rap at the kitchen window,
and come tripping out like a bird chirping in the night, and go linking
down the lane with you in the starlight?
Davy broke the shaft of his churchwarden into small lengths, and
flung the pieces out at the open window and said, I darn't say no.
The one that stuck to you like wax when her father gave you the
great bounce outeh?
Davy wriggled and spat, and then muttered, You go bail.
You have known her since you were children, haven't you?
Davy's hard face thawed suddenly, and he said, Ay, since she wore
petticoats up to her knees, and I was a boy in a jacket, and we played
hop-skotch in the haggard, and double-my-duck agen the cowhouse gable.
Aw dear, aw dear! The sweet little thing she was then any way. Yellow
hair at her, and eyes like the sea, and a voice same as the throstle!
Well, well, to think, to think! Playing in the gorse and the ling
together, and the daisies and the buttercupsand then the curlews
whistling and the river singing like music, and the bees ahumoningaw,
terr'ble sweet and nice. And me going barefoot, and her bare-legged,
and divil a hat at the one of usaw, deary me, deary me! Wasn't much
starch at her in them ould days, mate.
Is there now, captain?
Now? D'ye say now? My goodness! It's always hemming and
humming and a heise of the neck, and her head up like a Cochin-China,
with a topknot, and 'How d'ye do?' and cetererar and cetererar. Aw,
smooth as an ould threepenny bitsmooth astonishing. And partic'lar!
My gough! You couldn't call Tom to a cat afore her, but she'd be agate
of you to make it Thomas.
Lovibond smiled behind his big mustache.
The rael ould Manx isn't good enough for her now. Well, I wasn't
objecting, not me. She's got the English tongue at herthat's all
right. Only I'll stick to what I'm used of. Job's patience went at last
and so did mine, and I arn't much of a Job neither.
And what has made all this difference, said Lovibond.
Why, the money, of coorse. It was the money that done it, bad sess
to it, said Davy, pitching the head of his pipe after the shank. I
went out yonder to get it and I got it. Middling hard work, too, but no
matter. It was to be all for her. 'I'll come back, Nelly,' says I, 'and
we'll take Ballacry and have six craythurs and a pony, and keep a girl
to do for you, and you'll take your aiseonly milking maybe, or
churning, but nothing to do no harm.' I was ten years getting it, and I
never took notions on no other girls neither. No, honor bright, thinks
I, Nelly's waiting for you, Davy. Always dreaming of her, 'cept when
them lazy black chaps wanted leathering, and that's a job that isn't
nothing without a bit of swearing at whiles. But at night, aw, at
night, mate, lying out on the deck in that heat like the miller's kiln,
and shelling your clothes piece by piece same as a bushel of oats, and
looking up at the stars atwinkling in the sky, and spotting one of
them, and saying to yourself quietlike, so as them niggers won't hear,
'That's star is atwinkling over Nelly, too, and maybe she's watching it
now.' It seemed as if we wasn't so far apart then. Somehow it made the
world a taste smaller. 'Shine on, my beauty,' thinks I, 'shine down
straight into Nelly's room, and if she's awake tell her I'm coming, and
if she's asleep just make her dream that I'm loving nobody else till
her.' But, chut! It was myself that was dreaming. Drink up! She married
me for my money, so I'm making it fly.
And when it's gonewhat then? said Lovibond. Will you go back to
Maybe so, maybe no.
Will anything be the better because the money's spent?
Will she be as sweet and good as she once was when you are as poor
as you were?
Davy heaved up to his feet. What's the use of thinking of the like
of that? he cried. My money's mine, I baked for it out in that oven.
Now I'm spending it, and what for shouldn't I? Here goeshealths
Next day Lovibond and Jenny Crow met on the pier. There they
pondered the ticklish situation of their friends, and every word they
said on it was pointed and punctuated by a sense of their own
It's plain that the good fools love each other, said Jenny.
Quite plain, said Lovibond.
Heigho! It's mad work being angry with somebody you are dying to
love, said Jenny.
Colney Hatch is nothing to it, said Lovibond.
Smaller things have parted people for years, said Jenny.
Yes; five years, said Lovibond.
The longer apart the wider the breach, and the harder to cover it,
Just so, said Lovibond.
They must meet. Of course they'll fight like cat and dog, but
better that than this separation. Time leaves bigger scars than claws
ever made. Now, couldn't we bring them together?
Just what I was thinking, said Lovibond.
I'm sure he must be a dear, simple soul, though I've never set eyes
on him, said Jenny.
And I'm certain she must be as sweet as an angel, though I've never
seen her, said Lovibond.
Jenny shot a jealous glance at her companion, then cracked two
fingers and said eagerly, There you arethere's the idea in a
cockle-shell. Now if each could see the other through other eyes!
The very thing! said Lovibond.
Then why don't you give me your arm at once, and let me think me
over? said Jenny. In less than an hour these two wise heads had
devised a scheme to bring Capt'n Davy and his bride together. What that
scheme was and how it worked let those who read discover.
Six days passed as with feet of lead, and Capt'n Davy and Mrs.
Quiggin were still in Douglas. They could not tear themselves away.
Morning and night the good souls were seized by a morbid curiosity
about their servants' sweethearts. Seen Peggy lately? Capt'n Davy
would say. I suppose you've not come across Willie Quarrie lately?
Mrs. Quiggin would ask. Thus did they squeeze to the driest pulp every
opportunity of hearing anything of each other.
Jenny Crow, with Mrs. Quiggin at Castle Mona, had not yet set eyes
on Captain Davy, and Lovibond, with Captain Davy at Fort Ann, had never
once seen Mrs. Quiggin. Jenny had said nothing of Lovibond to Nelly,
and Lovibond had said nothing of Jenny to Davy.
Matters stood so when one evening Peggy Quine was dressing up her
mistress's hair for dinner, and answering the usual question.
Seen Willie Quarrie, ma'am? Aw 'deed, yes, ma'am; and it's shocking
the stories he's telling me. The Capt'n's making the money fly. Bowls
and beer, and cards and bettingit's ter'ble, ma'm, ter'ble. Somebody
should hould him. He's distracted like. Giving to everybody as free as
free. Parsons and preachers and the likethey're all at him, same as
flies at a sheep with the rot.
And what do people say, Peggy?
They say fools and their money is quickly parted ma'am.
How dare you call anybody a fool, Peggy?
Aw it's not me, ma'am. It's them that's seeing him wasting his
money like water through a pitchfork. And the dirts that's catching
most is shouting loudest. 'Deed, ma'am, but his conduct is shocking.
And what do people say is the cause of it, Peggy?
Lumps in his porridge, ma'am.
Yes, though, that's what Willie Quarrie is telling me. When a woman
isn't just running even with her husband they call her lumps in his
porridge. Aw, Willie's a feeling lad.
There was a pause after this disclosure, and then Mrs. Quiggin said
in another voice, Peggy, there's a strange gentleman staying with the
Captain at Forte Ann, is there not?
Yes, ma'am; Mr. Loviboy.
What is he like, Peggy?
Pepper and salt trowis, ma'am, and a morsel of hair on the tip of
No, a long wisp'ry man.
I suppose he helps the Captain to spend his money?
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 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! Brownno 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
Then his dressso 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
noisyso is the sea. Liable to stormsso is the sea. Blusters and
boils, and rocks and reelsso does the sea. But he's sunny too, and
open and free, and healthy and bracing, and the sea is all that as
Mrs. Quiggin was thinking of Captain Davy, and tingling with
pleasure and shame, but she only said, falteringly, Didn't you talk of
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
You never said that, Jenny Crow?
Why not, my dear? You wouldn't have had me less courteous than he
was. So he stood and talked. You never heard such a voice, Nelly. Deep
as a bell, and his Manx tongue was like music. Talk of the Irish
brogue! There's no brogue in the world like the Manx, is there now, not
if the right man is speaking it.
So he was a Manxman, said Mrs. Quiggin, with a far-away look
through the open window.
Didn't I say so before? But he has quite saddened me. I'm sure
there's trouble hanging over him. 'I've been sailing foreign, ma'am,'
said he, 'and I don't know nothing'.
Oh, then he wasn't a gentleman? said Mrs. Quiggin.
Jenny fired up sharply. Depends on what you call a gentleman, my
dear. Now, any man is a gentleman to me who can afford to dispense with
the first two syllables of the name.
Mrs. Quiggin looked down at her feet.
I only meant, she said meekly, that your friend hasn't as much
Then, perhaps, he has more brains, said Jenny. That's the way
they're sometimes divided, you know, and education isn't everything.
Do you think that, Jenny? said Mrs. Quiggin, with another
long look through the window.
Of course I do, said Jenny.
And what did he say?
' I've been sailing foreign, ma'am,' he said. 'And I don't know
nothing that cut's a man's heart from its moorings like coming home
same as a homing pigeon, and then wishing yourself back again same as a
Poor fellow! said Mrs. Quiggin. He must have found things changed
since he went away.
He must, said Jenny.
Perhaps he has lost some one who was dear to him, said Mrs.
Perhaps, said Jenny, with a sigh.
His mother may be, or his sister began Mrs. Quiggin.
Yes, or his wife. continued Jenny, with a moan.
Mrs. Quiggin drew up suddenly. What's his name? she asked sharply.
Nay, how could I ask him that? said Jenny.
Where does he live? said Mrs. Quiggin.
Or that either? said Jenny.
Mrs. Quiggin's eyes wandered slowly back to the window. We've all
got our troubles, Jenny, she said quietly.
All, said Jenny. I wonder if I shall ever see him again.
Tell me if you do, Jenny? said Mrs. Quiggin.
I will, Nelly, said Jenny.
Poor fellow, poor fellow, said Mrs. Quiggin.
As Jenny rose to remove her bonnet she shot a sly glance out of the
corners of her eyes, and saw that Mrs. Quiggin was furtively wiping her
Meanwhile Lovibond at Fort Ann was telling a similar story to
Captain Davy. He had left the house for a walk before Davy had come
down to breakfast, and on returning at noon he found him immersed in
the usual occupation of his mornings. This was that of reading and
replying to his correspondence. Davy read with difficulty, and replied
to all letters by check. His method of business was peculiar and
original. He was stretched on the sofa with a pipe in his mouth, and
the morning's letters pigeonholed between his legs. Willie Quarrie sat
at a table with a check-book before him. While Davy read the letters
one by one he instructed Willie as to the nature of the answer, and
Willie, with his head aslant, his mouth awry, and his tongue in his
cheek, turned it into figures on the check-book.
As Lovibond came in Davy was knocking off the last batch for the
day. 'Respected sir,' he was reading, 'I know you've a tender
heart'... Send her five pounds, Willie, and tell her to take that talk
to the butchers.
'Honored Captain, we are going to erect a new school in connection
with Ballajora chapel, and if you will honor us by laying the
foundation stone....' Never laid a stone in my life 'cept one, and that
was my mawther's sink-stone. Twenty pounds, Willie. 'Sir, we are to
hold a bazaar, and if you will consent to open it....' Bazaar! I know:
a sort of ould clothes shop in a chapel where you're never tooken up
for cheating, because you always says your paternoster-ings afore you
begin. Ten pounds, Willie. Helloa, here's Parson Quiggin. Wish the ould
devil would write more simpler; I was never no good at the big spells
myself. 'Dear David....' That's goodhe walloped me out of the school
once for mimicking his walksame as a coakatoo esactly. 'Dear David,
owing to the lamentable death of brother Mylechreest it has been
resolved to ask you to become a member of our committee....'
Com-mittee! I know the sortkind of religious firm where there's three
partners, only two of them's sleeping ones. Dirty ould hypocrite!
Fifteen pounds, Willie.
This was the scene that Lovibond interrupted by his entrance. Still
bent on spending your money, Captain? he said. Don't you see that the
people who write you these begging letters are impostors?
Coorse I do, said Davy. What's it saying in the Ould Book? 'Where
the carcass is, there will the eagles be gathered together.' Only, as
Parson Howard used to say, bless the ould angel, 'Summat's gone screw
with the translation theer, friends, should have been vultures.
Half of them will only drink your money, Captain, said Lovibond.
And what for shouldn't they? That's what I'm doing, said Davy.
It's poor work, Captain, poor work. You didn't always think: money
was a thing to pitch into a ditch.
Always? My goodness, no! said Davy. Time was once when I thought
money was just all and Tommy in this world. My gough, yes, when I was a
slip of a lad, didn't I? said he, sobering very suddenly. The father
was lost in a gale at the herrings, and the mawther had to fend for the
lot of us. They all went off except myselfthe sisters and brothers.
Poor things, they wasn't willing to stay with us, and no wonder. But
there's mostly an ould person about every Manx house that sees the
young ones out, and the mawther's father was at us still. Lame though
of his legs with the rheumatics, and wake in his intellecs for all.
Couldn't do nothing but lie in by the fire with his bit of a blanket
hanging over his head, same as snow atop of a hawthorn bush. Just
stirring the peats, and boiling the kettle, and lifting the gorse when
there was any fire. The mawther weeded for Jarvis Kewleysixpence a
day dry days, and fourpence all weathers. Middling hard do's, mate. And
when she'd give the ould man his basin of broth he'd be saying,
squeaky-like, 'Give it to the boy, woman; he's a growing lad?' 'Chut!
take it, man,' the mawther would say, and then he'd be whimpering, 'I'm
keeping you long, Liza, I'm keeping you long.' And there was herself
making a noise with her spoon in the bottom of a basin, and there was
me grinding my teeth, and swearing to myself like mad, 'As sure as the
living God I'll be ruch some day.' And now
Davy snapped his fingers, laughed boisterously, rolled to his feet,
and said shortly, Where've you been to?
To churchthe church with a spire at the end of the parade, said
St. Thomas'sI know it, said Davy.
St. Thomas's was half way up to Castle Mona.
The men strolled out at the window, which opened on to the warm,
soft turf of the Head, and lay down there with their faces to the
Who preached? said Davy, clasping hands at the back of his head.
A young woman, said Lovibond.
Davy lifted his head out of its socket, My goodness! he said.
Well, at all events, explained Lovi-bond, it was a girl who
preached to me. The moment I went into the church I saw her, and
I saw nothing else until I came out again.
Davy laughed, Ay, that's the way a girl slips in, said he. Who
Nay; I don't know, said Lovibond; but she sat over against me on
the opposite side of the aisle, and her face was the only prayer-book I
could keep my eyes from wandering from.
And what was her tex', mate?
Beauty, grace, truth, the tenderness of a true heart, the sweetness
of a soul that is fresh and pure.
Davy looked up with vast solemnity. Take care, said he. There's
odds of women, sir. They're like sheep's broth is women. If there's a
heart and head in them they're good, and if there isn't you might as
well be supping hot water. Faces isn't the chronometer to steer your
boat to the good ones. Now I've seen some you could swear to.
I'll swear to this one, said Lovibond with an appearance of
Davy looked at him, gravely. D'ye say so? said he.
Such eyes, Capt'nbig and full, and blue, and then pale, pale
blue, in the whites of them too, likelike.
I know, said Davy; like a blackbird's eggs with the young birds
just breaking out of them.
Just, said Lovibond, And then her hair, Capt'nbrown, that brown
with a golden bloom, as if it must have been yellow when she was a
I know the sort, sir, said Davy, proudly; like the ling on the
mountains in May, with the gorse creeping under it.
Exactly. And then her voice, Cap tain, her voice.
So you were speaking to her? said Davy.
No, but didn't she sing? said Lovi-bond. Such tones, soft and
tremulous, rising and falling, the same asas.
Same as the lark's, mate, said Davy, eagerly; same as the
lark'sfirst a burst and a mount and then a trimble and a tumble, as
if she'd got a drink of water out of the clouds of heaven, and was
singing and swallowing togetherI know the sort; go on.
Lovibond had kept pace with Davy's warmth, but now he paused and
said quietly, I'm afraid she's in trouble.
Poor thing! said Davy. How's that, mate?
People can never disguise their feelings in singing a hymn, said
You say true, mate, said Davy; nor in giving one out neither.
Now, there was old Kinvig. He had a sow once that wasn't too reg'lar in
her pigging. Sometimes she gave many, and sometimes she gave few, and
sometimes she gave none. She was a hit-and-a-missy sort of a sow, you
might say. But you always know'd how the ould sow done, by the way
Kinvig gave out the hymn. If it was six he was as loud as a clarnet,
and if it was one his voice was like the tram-bones. But go on about
That's all, said Lovibond. When the service was over I walked
down the aisle behind her, and touched her dress with my hand, and
I know, cried Davy. Gave you a kind of 'lectricity shock, didn't
it? Lord alive, mate, girls is quare things.
Then she walked off the other way, said Lovibond.
So you don't know where she comes from? said Davy.
I couldn't bring myself to follow her, Capt'n.
And right too, mate. It's sneaking. Following a girl in the streets
is sneaking, and the man that done it ought to be wallopped till all's
blue. But you'll see her again, I'll go bail, and maybe hear who she
is. Rael true women is skess these days, sir; but I'm thinking you've
got your flotes down for a good one. Give her line, mategive her
lineand if I wasn't such a downhearted chap myself I'd be helping you
to land her.
Lovibond observed that Capt'n Davy was more than usually restless
after this conversation, and in the course of the afternoon, while he
lay in a hazy dose on the sofa, he overheard this passage between the
captain and his boy:
Willie Quarrie, didn't you say there was an English lady staying
with Mistress Quiggin at Castle Mona?
Miss Crows; yes, said Willie. So Peggy Quine is telling mea
little person with a spyglass, and that fond of the mistress you
Then just slip across in the morning, and spake to herself, and say
can I see her somewheres, or will she come here, and never say nothing
Davy's uneasiness continued far into the evening. He walked alone to
and fro on the turf of the Head in front of the house, until the sun
set behind the hills to the west, where a golden rim from its falling
light died off on the farthest line of the sea to the east, and the
town between lay in a haze of deepening purple. Lovibond knew where his
thoughts were, and what new turn they had taken; but he pretended to
see nothing, and he gave no sign.
Sunday as it was, Capt'n Davy's cronies came as usual at nightfall.
They were a sorry gang, but Davy welcomed them with noisy cheer. The
lights were brought in, and the company sat down to its accustomed
amusements. These were drinking and smoking, with gambling in disguise
at intervals. Davy lost tremendously, and laughed with a sort of wild
joy at every failure. He was cheated on all hands, and he knew it. Now
and again he called the cheaters by hard name, but he always paid them
their money. They forgave the one for the sake of the other, and went
on without shame. Lovibond's gorge rose at the spectacle. He was an old
gambler himself, and could have stripped every rascal of them all as
naked as a lettuce after a locust. His indignation got the better of
him at last, and he went out on to the Head.
The calm sea lay like a dark pavement dotted with the reflection of
the stars overhead. Lights in a wide half-circle showed the line of the
bay. Below was the black rock of the island of the Tower of Refuge, and
the narrow strip of the old Red pier; beyond was the dark outline of
the Head, and from the seaward breast of it shot the light of the
lighthouse, like the glow of a kiln. It was as quiet and beautiful out
there as it had been noisy and hideous within.
Lovibond had been walking to and fro for more than an hour listening
to the slumberous voices of the night, and hearing at intervals the
louder bellowing from the room where Captain Davy and his cronies were
sitting, when Davy himself came out.
I can't stand no more of it, and I've sent them home, he said.
It's like saying your prayers to a hornpipe, thinking of her and
carrying on with them wastrels.
He was sober in one sense only.
Tell me more about the little girl in church. Aw, matey, matey!
Something under my waistcoat went creep, creep, creep, same as a
sarpent, when you first spake of her; but its easier to stand till that
jaw inside anyway. Go on, sir. Love at first sight, was it? Aw, well,
the eyes isn't the only place that love is coming in at, or blind men
would all be bachelors. Now mine came in at the ear.
Did you fall in love with her singing, Capt'n? said Lovibond.
Yes, did I, said Davy, and her spaking, too, and her whispering
as well, but it wasn't music that brought love in at my earmy left
ear it was, Matey.
Whatever was it then, Capt'n, said Lovibond.
Milk, said Davy.
Milk? cried Lovibond, drawing up in their walk.
Just milk, said Davy again. Come along and I tell you. It was
this way. Ould Kinvig kep' two cows, and we were calling the one Whitie
and the other Brownie. Nelly and me was milking the pair of them, and
she was like a young goat, that full of tricks, and I was same as a big
calf, that shy. One eveningit was just between the lightsthat's
when girls is like kittens, terr'ble full of capers and
mischievousnessNelly rigged up her kopiethat's her
milking-stoolagen mine, so that we sat back to back, her milking
Brownie and me milking Whitie. 'What she agate of now?' thinks I, but
she was looking as innocent as the bas'es themselves, with their ould
solem faces when they were twisting round. Then we started, and there
wasn't no noise in the cow-house, but just the cows chewing constant,
and, maybe, the rope running on their necks at whiles and the rattle of
the milk in the pails. And I got to draeming same as I was used of,
with the smell of the hay stealing down from the loft and the breath of
the cows coming puff when they were blowing, and the tits in my hands
agoing, when the rattle-rattle aback of me stopped sudden, and I felt a
squish in my ear like the syringe at the doctor's. 'What's that?'
thinks I. 'Is it deaf I'm going?' But it's deaf I'd been and blind,
too, and stupid for all down to that blessed minute, for there was
Nessy laughing like fits, and working like mad, and drops of Brownie's
milk going trickling out of my ear on to my shoulder. 'It's not
deafness,' thinks I; 'it's love'; and my breath was coming and going
and making noises like the smithy bellows. So I twisted my wrist and
blazed back at her, and we both fired away, ding-dong, till the cows
was as dry as Kinvig when he was teetotal, and the cow-house was like a
snowstorm with a gale of wind through it, and you couldn't see a face
at the one of us for swansdown. That's how Nelly and me 'came engage.
He was laughing noisily by this time, and crying alternately, with a
merry shout and a husky croak, Aw, dear, aw, dear; the days that was,
sirthe days that was!
Lovibond let him rattle on, and he talked of Nelly for an hour. He
had stories without end of her, some of them as simple as a baby's
prattle, some as deep as the heart of man, and splitting open the very
crust of the fires of buried passion.
It was late when they turned in for the night. The lights on the
line of the land were all put out, and save for the reflection of the
stars only the lamps of ships at anchor lit up the waters of the bay.
Good night, capt'n, said Lovi-bond. I suppose you'll go to bed
Maybe so, maybe no, said Davy. You see, I'm like Kinvig these
days, and go to bed to do my thinking. The ould man's cart-wheel came
off in the road once, and we couldn't rig it on again no how. 'Hould
hard, boys,' says Kinvig; and he went away home and up to the loft, and
whipped off his clothes, and into the blankets and stayed there till
he'd got the lay of that cartwheel. Aw, yes, thoughthinking,
thinking, thinking constantthat's me when I'm in bed. But it isn't
the lying awake I'm minding. Och, no; it's the wakening up again.
That's like nothing in the world but a rusty nail going driving into
your skull afore a blacksmith's seven-pound sledge. Good night, mate;
Next day Lovibond saw Mrs. Quiggin at Castle Mona. He had come at
once in obedience to her summons, and she took his sympathies by storm.
It was hard for him to realize that he had not seen her somewhere
before. He had seen herin his own description of the girl in
church, helped out, led on, directed, vivified, and transfigured by
Capt'n Davy's own impetuous picture, just as the mesmerist sees what he
pretends to show by aid of the eye of the mesmerized. There she sat,
like one for whom life had lost its savor. Her great slow eyes, her
pale and quivering face,' her long deep look as she took his hand, and
her softly tightening grasp of it went through him like a knife. Not
all his loyalty to Capt'n Davy could crush the thought that the man who
had thrown away a jewel such as this must be a brute and a blockhead.
But the sweet woman was not so lost to life that she did not see her
advantage. There were some weary sighs and then she said:
I am in great, great trouble about my husband. They say he is
wasting his money. Is it true?
Too true, said Lovibond.
And that if he goes on as he is now going he will be penniless?
Not impossible, said Lovibond, provided the mad fit last long
Is remonstrance quite useless, Mr. Lovibond?
Quite, Mrs. Quiggin.
The great slow eyes began to fill, and Lovibond's gaze to seek the
laces of his boots.
It is sorrow enough to me, Mr. Lovibond, that my husband and I have
quarreled and parted, but it will be the worst grief of all if some day
I should have to think that I came into his life to wreck it.
Don't blame yourself for that, Mrs. Quiggin. It will be his own
fault if he ruins himself.
You are very good, Mr. Lovi-bond.
Your husband will never blame you either.
That will hardly reconcile me to his misfortunes.
["The man's an ass, thought Lovibond.]
I shall not trouble him much longer with my presence here, Mrs.
Quiggin continued, and Lovibond looked up inquiringly.
I am going back home soon, she added. But if before I go some
friend would help me to save my husband from himself
Lovibond rose in an instant. I am at your service, Mrs. Quiggin,
he said briskly. Have you thought of anything?
Yes. They tell me that he is gambling, and that all the cheats of
the island are winning from him.
The pale face turned very red, and quivered visibly about the lips.
I have heard him say, when he has spoken of you, Mr. Lovibond,
thatthatbut will you forgive what I am going to tell you?
Anything, said Lovibond.
That out on the coast you could win from anybody. I
remembered this when they told me that he was gambling, and I thought
if you would play against my husbandfor me
I see what you mean, Mrs. Quiggin, said Lovibond.
I don't want the money, though he was so cruel as to say I had only
married him for sake of it. But you could put it back into Dumbell's
Bank day by day as you got it.
In whose name? said Lovibond.
The great eyes opened very wide. His, surely, she said
Lovibond saw the folly of that thought, but he also recognized its
Very well, he said; I'll do my best.
Will it be wrong to deceive him, Mr. Lovibond?
It will be mercy itself, Mrs. Quiggin.
To be sure, it is only to save him from ruin. But you will not
believe that I am thinking of myself, Mr. Lovibond?
Trust me for that, Mrs. Quiggin.
And when the wild fit is over, and my husband hears of what has
been done, you will be careful not to let him know that it was I who
thought of it?
You shall tell him yourself, Mrs. Quiggin.
Ah! that can never, never be, she said, with a sigh. And then she
murmured softly, I don't know what my husband may have told you about
me, Mr. Lovibond
Lovibond's ardor overcame his prudence. He has told me that you
were an angel onceand he has wronged you, the dunce and dulbertyou
are an angel still.
While Lovibond was with Mrs. Quig-gin Jenny Crow was with Capt'n
Davy. She had clutched at his invitation with secret delight. Just the
thing, she thought. Now, won't I give the other simpleton a piece of
my mind, too? So she had bowled off to Fort Ann with a heart as warm
as toast, and a tongue that was stinging hot. But when she had got
there her purpose had suddenly changed. The first sight of Capt'n
Davy's face had conquered her. It was so child-like, and yet so manly,
so strong and yet so tender, so obviously made for smiles like
sunshine, and yet so full of the memories of recent tears! Jenny
recalled her description of the sailor on the Head, and thought it no
better than a vulgar caricature.
Davy wiped down a chair for her with the outside of his billycock
and led her up to it with rude but natural manners. The girl was a
ninny to quarrel with a man like this, she thought. Nevertheless she
remembered her purpose of making him smart, and she stuck to her guns
for a round or two.
It's rael nice of you to come, ma'am, said Davy.
It's more than you deserve, said Jenny.
I shouldn't wonder but you think me a blundering blocket, said
I didn't think you had sense enough to know it, said Jenny.
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 awayback 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.
Noyes! 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
She won't take any of it, coming from me, but I was thinking,
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 heryou and she together
somewheressome quiet placeand make out somehowwomen's mortal
clever at rigging up yarns that do no harmmake out that somebody
belonging to you is deadit can't kill nobody to say that ma'amand
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
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), youmust 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,
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.
It isn't everybody would think so, Captain, said Jenny,
considering how you spend your eveningssinging and laughing
Laughing! More cry till wool, ma'am, same as clipping a pig.
So your new friends, Captain, those that your riches have brought
Friends? D'ye say friends? Them wastrels! What are they? Nothing
but a parcel of Betty Quilleash's baby's stepmothers. And I'm nothing
but Betty Quilleash's baby myself, ma'am; that's what I am.
The stalwart fellow did not look much like anybody's infant, but
Davy could not laugh, and Jenny's eyes were streaming.
Betty lived at Michael, ma'am, and died when her baby was suckling.
There wasn't no feeding-bottles in them days, and the little one was
missing the poor dead mawther mortal. But babies is like lammies,
ma'am, they've got their season, and mostly all the women of the parish
had babies that year. So first one woman would whip up Betty's baby and
give it a taste of the breast, and then another would whip it up and do
likewise, until the little baby cuckoo was in every baby nest in the
place, and living all over the street, like the rum-butter bowl and the
preserving pan. But no use at all, at all. The little mite wasted away.
Poor thing, poor thing. Twenty mawthers wasn't making up to it for the
right one it had lost. That's me, ma'am; that's me.
Jenny Crow went away, crying openly, having promised to be a party
to the innocent deception which Captain Davy had suggested. That Nelly
Kinvig is as hard as a flint, she told herself, bitterly. I've no
patience with such flinty people; and won't I give it her piping hot at
the very next opportunity?
Jenny's opportunity was a week in coming, and various events of some
consequence in this history occurred in the mean time. The first of
these was that Capt'n Davy's fortune changed hands.
Davy's savings had been invested in two securitiesthe Liverpool
Dock Trust and Dumbell's Manx Bank. His property in the former he made
over by help of the advocates, and with vast show of secrecy, to the
name of Jenny Crow; and she, on her part, by help of other advocates,
and with yet more real secrecy, transferred it to the name of Mrs.
The remains of his possessions in the latter he lost to Lovibond,
who gambled with him constantly, beginning with a sovereign, which Mrs.
Quiggin had lent him for the purpose, and going on by a process of
doubling until the stakes were prodigious. Every night he discharged
his debt by check on Dumbell's, and every morning Lovibond repaid it
into the same bank to the account of his wife. Thus, within a week,
unknown to either of the two persons chiefly concerned, the money which
had been the immediate cause of strife between them passed from the
offender to the offended, from the strong to the weak.
That was the more material of the changes that had come to pass, and
the more spiritual were of still greater consequence.
Lovibond and Jenny met constantly. They made various excursions
through the islandto the Tynwald Hill, to Peel Castle, to Castle
Rushen, the Chasms, and the Calf. Of course they persuaded each other
that these trips were taken solely in the interests of their friends.
It was necessary to meet; it was desirable to do so where they would be
unobserved; what else was left to them but to steal away together on
these little jaunts and journeys?
Then their talk was of love and estrangement and reconciliation, and
how easy to quarrel, and how hard to come together again. Capt'n Davy
and Mrs. Quiggin provided all their illustrations to these interesting
themes, for naturally they never spoke of themselves.
It's astonishing what geese some people can be, said Jenny.
Astonishing, echoed Lovibond.
Just for sake of a poor little word of confession to hold off like
this, said Jenny.
Just a poor little word, said Lovibond.
He has only to say 'My dear, I behaved like a brute,' but
Only that, said Lovibond. And she has merely to say, 'My love, I
behaved like a cat,' but
That's all, said Jenny. But he doesn'tmen never do.
Never, said Lovibond. And she won'twomen never will.
Then there would be innocent glances on both sides, and sly hints
cast out as grappling hooks for jealousy.
Ah, well, he's the dearest, simplest, manliest fellow in the world,
and there are women who would give their two ears for him, said Jenny.
And she's the sweetest, tenderest, loveliest woman alive, and there
are men who would give their two eyes for her, said Lovibond.
Pity they don't, said Jenny, for all the use they make of them.
Amid such bouts of thrust and counter-thrust, the affair of Capt'n
Davy and Mrs. Quiggin nevertheless made due progress.
She's half in love with my Manx sailor on the Head, said Jenny.
And he's more than half in love with my lady in the church, said
And now that we've made each of them fond of each other in
disguise, we have just to make both of them ashamed of themselves in
reality, said Jenny.
Just that, said Lovibond.
Ah me, said Jenny. It isn't every pair of geese that have friends
like us to prevent them from going astray.
It isn't, said Lovibond. We're the good old ganders that keep the
Speak for yourself, sir, said Jenny.
Then came Jenny's opportunity. She had been out on one of her jaunts
with Lovibond, leaving Mrs. Quiggin alone in her room at Castle Mona.
Mrs. Quiggin was still in her room, and still alone. Since the
separation a fortnight before that had been the constant condition of
her existence. Never going out, never even going down for her meals,
rarely speaking of her husband, always thinking of him, and eating out
her heart with pride and vexation, and anger and self-reproach.
It was the hour when the life of the island rises to the fever
point; the hour of the arrival of the steamers from England. All day
long the town had droned and dosed under a drowsy heat. The boatmen and
carmen, with both hands in their breeches' pocket, had been burning the
daylight on the esplanade; the band on the pier had been blowing music
out of lungs that snored between every other blast; and the visitors
had been lolling on the seats of the parade and watching the sea gulls
disporting on the bay with eyes that were drawing straws. But the first
trail of smoke had been seen across the sea by the point of the
lighthouse, and all the slugs and marmots were wide awake: promenade
deserted, streets quiet and pothouses empty; but every front window of
every front house occupied, and the pier crowded with people looking
seaward. She's the Snaefell? No, but the Ben-my-Chreesee, she has
four funnels. Then, the steaming up, the firing of the gun, the
landing of the passengers, the mails and newspapers, the shouting of
the touts, the bawling of the porters, the salutations, the welcomes,
the passings of the time of day, the rattling of the oars, the tinkling
of the trams, and the cries of the newsboys: This way for Castle
Mona! Falcon Cliff this way! Echo! Evening Express! Good
passage, John? Good. Five hours? And ten minutes. What news
over the water? They've caught him. Never. Express! Fort Anne
herehere for Villiers. Comfortable lodgings, sir. Take a card,
ma'am. What verdict d'ye say? She's got ten years. Had fine
weather in the island? Fine. Echo! Evening Echo! Fort Anne this
way! Gladstone in Liverpool? Yes, spoke at Hengler's last
nightfearful crush. Castle Mona! Evening News! Peveril! This
way Falcon Cliff! Ex-press!
Thus, leaving the pier and the steamers behind them, through the
streets and into the hotels, the houses, the cars, and the trains go,
the new comers, and the newspapers, and the letters from England, all
hot and active, bringing word of the main land, with its hub-bub and
hurly-burly, to the island that has been four-and-twenty hours cut off
from itlike the throbbing and bounding globules of fresh blood
fetching life from the fountain-head to some half-severed limb. It is
an hour of tremendous vitality, coming once a day, when the little
island pulsates like a living thing. But that evening, as always since
the time of the separation, Mrs. Quiggin was unmoved by it. With a book
in her hand she was sitting by the open window fingering the pages, but
looking listlessly over the tops of them to the line of the sea and
sky, and asking herself if she should not go home to her father's house
on the morrow. She had reached that point of her reverie at which
something told her that she should, and something else told her that
she should not, when down came Jenny Crow upon her troubled quiet, like
the rush of an evening breeze.
Such news! cried Jenny. I've seen him again.
Mrs. Quiggin's book dropped suddenly to her lap. Seen him? she
said with bated breath.
You rememberthe Manx sailor on the Head, said Jenny.
Oh! said Mrs. Quiggin, languidly, and her book went back to before
Been to Laxey to look at the big wheel, said Jenny; and found the
Manxman coming back in the same coach. We were the only passengers, and
so I heard everything. Didn't I tell you that he must be in trouble?
And is he? said Mrs. Quiggin, monotonously.
My dear, said Jenny, he's married.
I'm very sorry, said Mrs. Quiggin, with a listless look toward the
sea. I mean, she added more briskly, that I thought you liked him
Liked him! cried Jenny. I loved him. He's splendid, he's
glorious, he's the simplest, manliest, tenderest, most natural creature
in the world. But it's just my luckanother woman has got him. And
such a woman, too! A nagger, a shrew, a cat, a piece of human flint, a
thankless wretch, whose whole selfish body isn't worth the tip of his
Is she so bad as that? said Mrs. Quiggin, smiling feebly above the
top edge of her book, which covered her face up to the mouth.
My dear, said Jenny, solemnly, she has turned him out of the
Good gracious! said Mrs. Quiggin; and away went the book on to the
Then Jenny told a woeful tale, her eyes flashing, her lips
quivering, and her voice ringing with indignation. And, anxious to hit
hard, she hovered so closely over the truth as sometimes to run the
risk of uncovering it. The poor fellow had made long voyages abroad and
saved some money. He had loved his wife passionatelythat was the only
blot on his character. He always dreamt of coming home, and settling
down in comfort for the rest of his life. He had come at last, and a
fine welcome had awaited him. His wife was as proud as Luciferthe
daughter of some green-grocer, of course. She had been ashamed of her
husband, apparently, and settling down hadn't suited her. So she had
nagged the poor fellow out of all peace of mind and body, taken his
money, and turned him adrift.
Jenny's audacity carried her through, and Mrs. Quiggin, who was now
wide awake, listened eagerly. Can it be possible that there are women
like that? she said, in a hushed whisper.
Indeed, yes, said Jenny; and men are simple enough to prefer them
to better people.
But, Jenny, said Mrs. Quiggin, with a far-away look, we have only
heard one story, you know. If we were inside the Manxman's houseif we
knew allmight we not find that there are two sides to its troubles?
There are two sides to its street-door, said Jenny, and the
husband is on the outside of it.
She took his money, you say, Jenny?
Indeed she did, Nelly, and is living on it now.
And then turned him out of doors?
Well, so to speak, she made it impossible for him to live with
What a cat she must be! said Mrs. Quiggin.
She must, said Jenny. And, would you believe it, though she has
treated him so shamefully yet he loves her still.
Why do you think so, Jenny, said Mrs. Quiggin.
Because, said Jenny, though he is always sober when I see him I
suspect that he is drinking himself to death. He said as much.
Poor fellow! said Mrs. Quiggin. But men should not take these
things so much to heart. Such women are not worth it.
No, are they? said Jenny.
They have hardly a right to live, said Mrs. Quiggin.
No, have they? said Jenny.
There should be a law to put down nagging wives the same as biting
dogs, said Mrs. Quiggin.
Yes, shouldn't there? said Jenny.
Once on a time men took their wives like their horses on trial for
a year and a day, and really with some women there would be something
to say for the old custom.
Yes, wouldn't there? said Jenny.
The woman who is nothing of herself apart from her husband, and has
no claim to his consideration, except on the score of his love, and yet
uses him only to abuse him, and takes his very 'money, having none of
her own, and still
Did I say she took his money, Nelly? said Jenny. Well of
coursenot to be unfairsome men are such generous fools, you
knowhe may have given it to her.
No matter; taken or given, she has got it, I suppose, and is living
on it now.
Oh, yes, certainly, that's very sure, said Jenny; but then she's
his wife, you see, and naturally her maintenance
Maintenance! cried Mrs. Quig-gin. How many children has she got?
None, said Jenny. At least I haven't heard of any.
Then she ought to be ashamed of herself for thinking of such a
I quite agree with you, Nelly, said Jenny.
If I were a man, said Mrs. Quiggin, and my wife turned me out of
Did I say that, Nelly? Well not exactly thatno, not turned him
out of doors exactly, Nelly.
It's all one, Jenny. If a woman behaves so that her husband can not
live with her what is she doing but turning him out of doors?
But, Nelly! cried Jenny, rising suddenly. What about Captain
Then there was a blank silence. Mrs. Quiggin had been borne along on
the torrent of her indignation, brooking no objection, and sweeping
down every obstacle, until brought up sharply by Jenny's questionlike
a river that flows fastest and makes most noise where the bowlders in
its course are biggest, but breaks itself at last against the brant
sides of some impassable rock. She drew her breath in one silent spasm,
turned from feverish red to deadly pale, quivered about the mouth,
twitched about the eyelids, rose stiffly on her half-rigid limbs, and
then fell on Jenny with loud and hot reproaches.
How dare you, Jenny Crow? she cried.
Dare what, my dear? said Jenny.
Say that I've turned my husband out of doors, and that I've taken
his money, and that I am a cat and shrew, and a nagger, and that there
ought to be a law to put me down.
My dear Nelly, said Jenny, it was yourself that said so. I was
speaking of the wife of the Manx sailor.
Yes, but you were thinking of me, said Mrs. Quiggin.
I was thinking of her, said Jenny.
You were thinking of me as well, said Mrs. Quiggin.
I tell you that I was only thinking of her, said Jenny.
You were thinking of me, Jenny Crowyou know you were; and you
meant that I was as bad as she was. But circumstances alter cases, and
my case is different. My husband is turning me out of doors:
and, as for his money, I didn't ask for it and I don't want it. I'll go
back home to-morrow morning. I willindeed, I will. I'll bear this
torment no longer.
So saying, with many gasps and gulps, breaking at last into a burst
of weeping, she covered her face with both hands and flounced out of
the room. Jenny watched her go, then listened to the sobs that came
from the other side of the door, and said beneath her breath, Let her
cry, poor girl. The crying has to be done by somebody, and it might as
well be she. Crying is good for a woman sometimes, but when a man cries
it hurts so much.
Half an hour later, as Jenny was leaving the room for dinner, she
heard Mrs. Quiggin telling Peggy Quine to ask at the office for her
bill, and to order a carriage to be ready at the door for her at eleven
o'clock in the morning.
When the first burst of her vexation was spent Mrs. Quiggin made a
secret and startling discovery. The man whom Jenny Crow had stumbled
upon, first on the Head and afterward on the Laxey coach, could be no
one in the world but her own husband. A certain shadowy suspicion of
this had floated hazily before her mind at the beginning, but she had
dismissed the idea and forgotten it. Now she felt so sure of it that it
was beyond contempt of question. So the Manx sailor in whom Jenny had
found so much to admirethe simple, brave, manly, generous, natural
soul, all fresh air and by rights all sunshinewas no other than
Capt'n Davy Quiggin! That thought brought the hot blood tingling to
Mrs. Quiggin's cheeks with sensations of exquisite delight, and never
before had her husband seemed so fine in her own eyes as now, when she
saw him so noble in the eyes of another. But close behind this
delicious reflection, like the green blight at the back of the apple
blossom, lay a withering and cankering thought. The Manx sailor's
wifeshe who had so behaved that it was impossible for him to live
with hershe who was a cat, a shrew, a nagger, a thankless wretch, a
piece of human flint, a creature that should be put down by the law as
it puts down biting dogsshe whose whole selfish body was not worth
the tip of his little fingerwas no one else than herself!
Then came another burst of weeping, but this time the tears were of
shame, not of vexation, and they washed away every remaining evil humor
and left the vision clear. She had been in the wrong, she was judged
out of her own mouth; but she had no intention of fitting on the cap of
the unknown woman. Why should she? Jenny did not know who the woman
wasthat was as plain as a pickle. Then where was the good of
While Jenny Crow was doing her easy duty at Castle Mona, Lovibond
was engaged in a task of yet more simplicity at Fort Ann. On returning
from Laxey he found Captain Davey occupied with Willie Quarrie in
preparations for a farewell supper to be given that night to the
cronies who had helped him to spend his fortune. These worthies had
deserted his company since Lovibond had begun to take all the winnings,
including some of their own earlier ones; and hence the necessity to
invite them. There's ould Billy, the carrierask him, Davy was
saying, as he lay stretched on the sofa, puffing whorls of gray smoke
from a pipe of thick twist. And then there's Kerruish, the
churchwarden, and Kewley, the crier, and Hugh Corlett, the blacksmith,
and Tommy Tubman, the brewer, and Willie Qualtrough, that keeps the
lodging-house contagious, and the fat man that bosses the Sick and
Indignant society, and the long, lanky shanks that is the headpiece of
the Friendly and Malevolent Associationgot them all down, boy?
They're all through there in my head already, Capt'n, groaned
Willie Quarrie in despair, as he struggled at the table to keep pace
with his slow pen to Davy's impetuous tongue.
Then ask whosomever you plaze, boy, said Davy. What's it saying
in the ould Book: 'Go out into the highways and hedges and compel them
to come in.' Only it's the back-courts and the public-houses this time,
and you'll be wanting no grappling hooks to fetch them. Just whip a
whisky bottle under your arm, and they'll be asking for no other
invitation. Reminds me, sir, he added, looking up as Lovibond entered,
reminds me of little Jimmy Quayle's aisy way of fetching poor Hughie
Collister from the bottom of Ramsey harbor. Himself and Hughie were
same as brothersthat thickand they'd been middling hard on the
drink together, and one night Hughie, going home to Andreas, tumbled
over the bridge by the sandy road and got hisself washed away and
drowned. So the boys fetched grapplings and went out immadient to drag
for the body, but Jimmy took another notion. He rigged up a tremenjous
long pole, like your mawther's clothes' prop on washing day and tied a
string to the top of it, and baited the end of the string with an empty
bottle of Ould Tom, and then sat hisself down on the end of the jetty,
same as a man that's going fishing. 'Lord-a-massy, Jemmy,' says the
boys, looking up out of the boat; 'whatever in the name of goodness are
you doing there?' 'They're telling me,' says Jemmy, bobbing the
gin-bottle up and down constant, flip-a-flop, flip-a-flop atop of the
water; 'they're telling me,' says he, 'that poor ould Hughie is down
yonder, and I'm thinking there isn't nothing in the island that'll
fetch him up quicker till this.'
But what is going on here, Capt'n? said Lovibond, with an
inclination of his head toward the table where Willie Quarrie was still
laboring with his invitations.
It's railly wuss till ever, sir, groaned Willie from behind his
What does it mean? said Lovibond.
It manes that I'm sailing to-morrow, said Davy.
Sailing! cried Lovibond.
That's so, said Davy. Back to the ould oven we came from. Pacific
steamer laves Liverpool by the afternoon tide, and we'll catch her aisy
if we take the 'Snaefell' in the morning. Fixed a couple of berths by
telegraph, and paid through Dumbell's. Only ninety pounds the
twofor'ard passagebut nearly claned out at that. What's the odds
though? Enough left to give the boys a blow-out to-night, and then,
heigho! stone broke, cut your stick and get out of it.
A couple of berths? Did you say two? said Lovibond.
I'm taking Willie along with me, said Davy; and he's that joyful
at the thought of it that you can't get a word out of him for
Willie's joy expressed itself at that moment in a moan, as he rose
from the table with a woe-begone countenance, and went out on his
errand of invitation.
But you'll stay on, said Davy, Eh?
No, said Lovibond, in a melancholy voice.
Why not, then? said Davy.
Lovibond did not answer at once, and Davy heaved up to a sitting
posture that he might look into his face.
Why, man; what's thiswhat's this? said Davy. You're looking as
down as ould Kinvig at the camp meeting, when the preacher afore him
had used up all his tex'es. What's going doing?
Lovibond settled himself on the sofa beside Davy, and drew a deep
breath. I've seen her again, Capt'n, he said, solemnly.
The sweet little lily in the church, sir? said Davy.
Yes, said Lovibond; and, after another deep breath, I've spoken
Out with it, sir; out with it, said Davy, and then, putting one
hand on Lovibond's knee caressingly, I've seen trouble in my time,
mate; you may trust mego on, what is it?
She's married, said Lovibond.
Davy gave a prolonged whistle. That's bad, he said. I'm
symperthizing with you. You've been fishing with another man's floats
and losing your labor. I'm feeling for you. 'Deed I am.
It's not myself I'm thinking of, said Lovibond. It's that angel
of a woman. She's not only married, but married to a brute.
That's wuss still, said Davy.
And not only married to a brute, said Lovibond, but parted from
Davy gave a yet longer whistle. O-ho, O-ho! A quarrel is it? he
cried. Husband and wife, eh? Aw, take care, sir, take care. Women is
'cute. Extraordinary wayses they've at them of touching a man up under
the watch-pocket of the weskit till you'd never think nothing but
they're angels fresh down from heaven, and you could work at the docks
to keep them; but maybe cunning as ould Harry all the time, and playing
the divil with some poor man. It's me for knowing them. Husband and
wife? That'll do, that'll do. Lave them alone, mate, lave them alone.
Ah, the sweet creature has had a terrible time of it! said
Lovibond, lying back and looking up at the ceiling.
I lave it with you, said Davy, charging his pipe afresh as a
signal of his neutrality.
He must have led her a fearful life, continued Lovibond.
Davy lit up, and puffed vigorously.
It would appear, said Lovibond, that though she is so like a
lady, she is entirely dependent upon her husband.
Well, well, said Davy, between puff and puff.
He didn't forget that either, for he seems to have taunted her with
A growl, like an oath half smothered by smoke, came from Davy.
Indeed, that was the cause of quarrel.
She did well to lave him, said Davy, watching the coils of his
smoke going upward.
Nay, it was he who left her.
The villain! said Davy. But after Davy had delivered himself so
there was nothing to be heard for the next ten seconds but the sucking
of lips over the pipe.
And now, said Lovibond, she can not stir out of doors but she
finds herself the gossip of the island, and the gaze of every
Poor thing, poor thing! said Davy.
He must be a low, vulgar fellow, said Lovibond; and yetwould
you believe it?she wouldn't hear a word against him.
The sweet woman! said Davy.
It's my firm belief that she loves the fellow still, said
I wouldn't trust, said Davy. That's the ways of women, sir; I've
seen it myself. Aw, women is quare, sir, wonderful quare.
And yet, said Lovibond, while she is sitting pining to death
indoors he is enjoying himself night and day with his coarse
Davy put up his pipe on the mantelpiece. Now the man that does the
like of that is a scoundrel, he said, warmly.
I agree with you, Capt'n, said Lovibond.
He's a brute! said Davy, more loudly.
Of course we've only heard one side of the story, said Lovibond.
No matter; he's a brute and a scoundrel, said Davy. Dont you
hould with me there, mate?
I do, said Lovibond. But stillwho knows? She mayI say she
maybe one of those women who want their own way.
All women wants it, said Davy. It's mawther's milk to
themMawther Eve's milk, as you might say.
True, true! said Lovibond; but though she looks so sweet she may
have a temper.
And what for shouldn't she? said Davy, D'ye think God A'mighty
meant it all for the men?
Perhaps, said Lovibond, she turned up her nose at his coarse ways
and rough comrades.
And right, too, said Davy. Let him keep his dirty trousses to
hisself. Who is he?
She didn't tell me that, said Lovibond.
Whoever he is he's a wastrel, said Davy.
I'm afraid you're right, Capt'n, said Lovibond.
Women is priv'leged where money goes, said Davy. If they haven't
got it by heirship they can't make it by industry, and to accuse them
of being without it is taking a mane advantage. It's hitting below the
belt, sir. Accuse a man if you liketen to one he's lazybut a
womannever, sir, never, never!
Davy was tramping the room by this time, and making it ring with the
voice as of a lion, and the foot as of an elephant.
More till that, sir, he said. A good girl with nothing at her who
takes a bad man with a million cries talley with the crayther the day
she marries him. What has he brought her? His dirty, mucky, measley
money, come from the Lord knows where. What has she brought him?
Herself, and everything she is and will be, stand or fall, sink or
swim, blow high, blow lowto sail by his side till they cast anchor
together at last Don't you hould with me there, sir?
I do, Capt'n, I do, said Lovibond.
And the ruch man that goes bearing up alongside a girl that's sweet
and honest, and then twitting her with being poorer till hisself, is a
dirt and divil, and ought to be walloped out of the company of dacent
But, Capt'n, said Lovibond, falteringly! Capt'n....
Wasn't Mrs. Quiggin a poor girl when you married her?
At that word Davy looked like a man newly awakened from a trance.
His voice, which had rung out like a horn, seemed to wheeze back like a
whistle; his eyes, which had begun to blaze, took a fixed and stupid
look; his lips parted; his head dropped forward; his chest fell inward;
and his big shoulders seemed to shrink. He looked about him vacantly,
put one hand up to his forehead and said in a broken underbreath,
Lord-a-massy! What am I doing? What am I saying?
The painful moment was broken by the arrival of the first of the
guests. It was Keruish, the churchwarden, a very-secular person, deep
in the dumps over a horse which he had bought at Castletown fair the
week before (with money cheated out of Davy), and lost by an attack of
the worms that morning. Butts in the stomach, sir, he moaned;
they're bad, sir, aw, they're bad.
Nothing wuss, said Davy. I know them. Ate all the goodness out of
you and lave you without bowels. Men has them as well as horsesonly
we call (them) friends instead.
The other guests arrived one by onethe blacksmith, the crier, the
brewer, the lodging-house keeper, and the two secretaries of the
charitable societies (whose names were spells too big for Davy), and
the keeper of a home for lost dogs.
They were a various and motley company of the riff-raff and
raggabash of the island,young and elderly, silent and glibrough as
a pigskin, and smooth as their sleeves at the elbow; with just one
feature common to the whole pack of pick-thanks, and that was a look of
Davy received them with noisy welcomes and equal cheer, but he had
the measure of every man of them all, down to the bottom of their fob
pockets. The cloth was laid, the supper was served, and down they sat
at the table.
Anywhere, anywhere! cried Davy, as they took their places. The
mate is the same at every seat.
Ay, ay, they laughed, and then fell to without ceremony.
Only wait till I've done the carving, and we'll all start fair,
Coorse, coorse, they answered, from mouths half full already.
That's what Kinvig said when he was cutting up his sermon into
firstly, secondly, thirdly, and fourteenthly.
Ha, ha! Kinvig! I'd drink the ould man's health if I had anything,
cried the blacksmith, with a wink at his opposite neighbor.
No liquor? said Davy, looking up to sharpen the carving knife on
the steel. Am I laving you dry like herrings in the hould?
Season us, capt'n, cried the black-smith, amid general laughter
from the rest.
Aw, lave you alone for that, said Davy. If you're like myself
you're in pickle enough already.
Then there were more winks and louder laughter.
Mate! shouted Davy over his shoulder to the waiter behind him, a
gallon to every gentleman.
Ay, ay, from all sides of the table in various tones of
Yes, sirof course, sir; beg pardon, sir, here, sir, said the
Boys, healths apiece! cried Davy.
Healths apiece, Capt'n! answered numerous thick voices, and up
leaped a line of yellow glasses.
Ate, drinkthere's plenty, boys; there's plenty, said Davy.
Aw, plenty, capt'nplenty.
Come again, boys, come again, said Davy, from time to time; but
clane platesaw, clane platesI hould with being nice at your males
for all, and no pigging.
Thus the supper went on for an hour, and then Davy by way of grace
said, Praise the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me, praise
His holy name.
A 'propriate tex', too, said the church-warden. Aw, it's
wonderful the scriptural the Captn's getting when he's a bit crooked,
he whispered behind the back of his hand.
After that Davy stretched back in his chair and cried, Your pipes
in your faces, boys. Smook up, smook up; chimleys everywhere, same as
Douglas at breakfast time.
For Davy's sake Lovibond had sat at table with the guests, though
their voracity had almost turned his stomach. At sight of the green
light of greed in their eyes he had said to himself, Davy is a rough
fellow, but a born Christian. These creatures are hogs. Why doesn't his
gorge rise at them? When the supper was done, and while the cloth was
being removed, amid the clatter of dishes and the striking of lights,
Lovibond rose and slipped out of the room.
Davy saw him go, and from that moment he became constrained and
silent. Sucking at his pipe and devoting himself steadily to the drink,
he answered in hum's and ha's and that'll do's to the questions
put to him, and his laughter came out of him at intervals in jumps and
jerks like water from the neck of a bottle.
What's agate of the Capt'n? the men whispered. He's quiet
After a while Davy heaved up and followed Lovibond. He found him
walking too and fro in the soft turf outside the window. The night was
calm and beautiful. In the sky a sea of stars and a great full moon; on
the land a line of gas jets, and on the dark bay a point here and there
of rolling light. No sound but the distant hum of traffic in the town,
the inarticulate shout of a sailor on one of the ships outside, and the
rock-row rock-row of the oars in the rol-locks of some unseen boat
gliding into the harbor below.
Davy drew a long breath. So you think, said he, that the sweet
woman in the church is loving her husband in spite of all?
Fear she is, poor fool, said Lovibond.
Bless her! said Davy, beneath his breath. D'ye think, now, said
he, that all women are like that?
Many aretoo many, said Lovibond.
Equal to forgiving and forgetting, eh? said Davy.
Yesthe sweet simpletonsand taking the men back as well, said
Extraordinary! said Davy. Aw, matey, matey, men's only muck where
women comes. Women is reg'lar eight-teen-carat goold. It's me to know
it too. There was the mawther herself now. My father was a bit of a
ripGod forgive his son for saying itand once he went trapsing after
a girl and got her into trouble. An imperent young hussy anyway, but no
matter. Coorse the mawther wouldn't have no truck with her; but one day
she died sudden, and then the child hadn't nobody but the neighbors to
look to it. 'Go for it, Davy,' says the mawther to me. It was evening,
middling late after the herrings, and when I got to the kitchen windey
there was the little one atop of the bed in her nightdress saying her
bits of prayers; 'God bless mawther, and everybody,' and all to that.
She couldn't get out of the 'mawther' yet, being always used of it, and
there never was no 'father' in her little tex'es. Poor thing! she come
along with me, bless you, like a lammie that you'd pick out of the
snow. Just hitched her hands round my neck and fell asleep in my arms
going back, with her putty face looking up at the stars same as an
angel'ssoft and woolly to your lips like milk straight from the cow,
and her little body smelling sweet and damp, same as the breath of a
calf. And when the mawther saw me she smoothed her brat and dried her
hands, and catched at the little one, and chuckled over her, and
clucked at her and kissed her, with her own face slushed like rain,
till yer'd have thought nothing but it was one of her own that had been
lost and was found agen. Aw, women for your life, mate, for
Lovibond did not speak, and Davy began to laugh in a husky voice.
Bless me, the talk a man will put out when he's a bit over the rope
and thinking of ould times, he said.
Sign that I'm thirsty, he added; and then walked toward the
window. But the father could never forgive hisself, he said, as he
was stepping through, and if I done wrong to a woman neither could
II've that much of the ould man in me anyway.
When he got back to the room the air was dense with tobacco-smoke,
and his guests were shouting for his company. Capt'n Davy! Where's
Capt'n Davy? Aw, here's the man himself? Been studying the stars,
Capt'n? Well, that's a bit of navigation. Navigation by
starlightI know the sort. Navigating up alongside a pretty girl, eh,
There were rough jokes, and strange stories, and more liquor and
loud laughter, and for a time Davy took his part in everything. But
after a while he grew quiet again, and absent in manner, and he glanced
up at intervals in the direction of the window, A new thought had come
to him. It made the sweat to break out at the top of his forehead, and
then he heard no more of the clatter around him than the rum-humdrum as
of a train in a tunnel, pierced sometimes by the shrill scream as of an
occasional whistle. Presently he rolled up again, and went out once
more to Lovibond.
The thought that had seized him was agony, and he could not broach
it at once. So he beat about it for a moment, and then came down on it
with a crash.
Sitting alone, is she, poor thing? he said.
Alone, said Lovibond.
I know, I know, said Davy. Like a bird on a bough calling
mournful for her mate; but he's gone, he's down, maybe worse, but lost
anyway. Yet if he should ever come back noweh?
He'll have to be quick then, said Lovibond; for she intends to go
home to her people soon.
Did you say she was for going home? said Davy, eagerly. Home
wherewhere toto England?
No, said Lovibond. Havn't I told you she's a Manx woman?
A Manx woman, is she? said Davy. What's her name?
I didn't ask her that, said Lovibond.
Then where's her home? said Davy.
I forget the name of the place, said Lovibond. Ballasomething.
Is itis it Davy was speaking very quicklyis it
That's it, and Lovibond. And her father's farmI heard the name
of the farm as wellBallaballasomething elseoh, Ballavalley.
Ballavolly? said Davy.
Exactly, said Lovibond.
Davy breathed heavily, swayed slightly, and rolled against Lovibond
as they walked side by side.
Then you know the place, Capt'n, said Lovibond.
Davy laughed noisily. Ay, I know it, he said.
And the girl's father, too, I suppose? said Lovibond.
Davy laughed bitterly. Ay, and the girl's father too, he said.
And the girl herself perhaps? said Lovibond.
Davy laughed almost fiercely, Ay, and the girl herself, he said.
Lovibond did not spare him. Then, said he, in an innocent way,
you must know her husband also.
Davy laughed wildly. I wouldn't trust, he said.
He's a bruteisn't he? said Lovibond.
Ugh! Davy's laughter stopped very suddenly.
A fool, toois he not? said Lovibond.
Aya damned fool! said Davy out of the depths of his throat, and
then he laughed and reeled again, and gripped at Lovibond's sleeve to
keep himself erect.
Helloa! he cried, in another voice; I'm rocking full like a ship
with a rolling cargo and my head is as thick as Taubman's brewery on
He was a changed man from that instant onward. An angel of God that
had been breathing on his soul was driven out by a devil of despair.
The conviction had settled on him that he was a dastard. Lovibond
remembered the story of his father? and trembled for what he had done.
Davy stumbled back through the window into the room, singing
O, Molla Charaine, where got you your gold?
Lone, lone, you have leeft me here,
O, not in the Curragh, deep under the moold,
Lone, loone, and void of cheer,
Lone, loone, and void of cheer.
His cronies received him with shouts of welcome. You'll be walking
the crank yet, Capt'n, said they, in mockery of his unsteady gait. His
altered humor suited them. Cards, they cried; cardsa game for good
Hould hard, said Davy. Fair do's. Send for the landlord first.
What for? they asked. To stop us? He'll do that quick enough.
You'll see, said Davy. Willie, he shouted, bring up the
Willie Quarrie went out on his errand, and Davy called for a song.
The Crier gave one line three times, and broke down as often. I linger
round this very spotI linger round this veery spotI linger round
Don't do it any longer, mate, cried Davy. Your song is like
Kinvig's first sermon. The ould man couldn't get no farther till his
tex', so he gave it out three times'I am the Light of the WorldI am
the Light of the WorldI am the Light' 'Maybe so, brother,' says
ould Kennish, in the pew below; 'but you want snuffing. Come down out
Loud peals of wild laughter followed, and Davy's own laughter rang
out wildest and maddest of all. Then up came the landlord with his
round face smiling. What was the Captain's pleasure?
Landlord, cried Davy, tell your men to fill up these glasses, and
then send me your bill for all I owe you, and make it cover everything
I'll want till to-morrow morning.
To-morrow will do for the bill, Captain, said the landlord. I'm
not afraid that you'll cut your country.
Aren't you, though? Then the more fool you, said Davy. Send it
up, my shining sunflower; send it up.
Very well, Captain, just to humor you, said the landlord, backing
himself out with his head in his chest.
Why, where are you going to, Capt'n? cried many voices at once.
Wherever there's a big cabbage growing, boys, said Davy.
The bill came up, and Willie Quarrie examined it. Shocking! cried
Willie; it's really shocking! Shillings apiece for my breakfas'esnow
that's what I call a reg'lar piece of ambition.
Davy turned out his pockets on to the table. The pockets were many,
and were hidden away, back and front and side, in every slack and tight
place in his clothes. Gold, silver, and copper came mixed and loose
from all of them, and he piled up the money in a little heap before
him. When all was out he picked five sovereigns from the haggis of coin
and put them back into his waistcoat pocket, while he screwed up one
eye into the semblance of a wink, and said to Willie, That'll see us
over. Then he called for a sight of the bill, glanced at the total and
proceeded to count out the amount of it. This being done, he rolled the
money in the paper, screwed it up like a penny worth of lozenges, and
sent it down to the landlord with his bes' respec's. After that he
straightened his chest, stuck his thumbs in the arm-holes of his
waistcoat, nodded his head downward at the money remaining on the table
and said, Men, see that? It's every ha'penny I'm worth in the world, A
month ago I came home with a nice warm fortune at me. That's what's
left, and when it's gone I'm up the spout.
The men looked at each other in blank surprise, and began to mutter
among themselves, What game is he agate of now? Aw, it's true.
True enough, you go bail. I wouldn't trust, he's been so reckless.
Twenty thousands, they're saying. Aw, he's been helpedthere's that
Mister Loviboy, a power of money the craythur must have had out of
him. Well, sarve him right; fools and their money is rightly parted.
Thus they croaked and crowed, and though Davy was devoting himself
to the drink he heard them.
A wild light shot into his eyes, but he only laughed more noisily
and talked more incessantly.
Come, lay down, d'ye hear, he cried. Do you think I care for the
fortune? I care nothing, not I. I've had a bigger loss till that in my
Lord save us, Capt'nwhen? cried one.
Never mind whennot long ago, any way, said Davy.
And you had heart to start afresh, Cap'n, eh? cried another.
Heart, you say? Maybe so, maybe no, said Davy. But stow this jaw.
Here's my harvest home, boys, my Melliah, only I am bringing back the
tareswho's game to toss for it? Equal stakes, sudden death!
The brewer tossed with him and won. Davy brushed the money across
the table, and laughed more madly than ever. I care nothing, not I,
say what you like, he cried again and again, though no one disputed
But the manner of the cronies changed toward him nevertheless. Some
fell to patronizing him, some to advising him, and some to sneering at
the hubbub he was making.
Well, well, he cried, One glass and a toast, anyway, and part
friends for all. Aisy there! silence! Hush? Chink up! (Hear, hear?)
Are you ready? Here goes, boys? The biggest blockit in the island, bar
noneCapt'n Davy Quiggin.
At that the raggabash who had been clinking glasses pretended to be
mightily offended in their dignity. They looked about for their hats,
and began to shuffle out.
Lave me, then; lave me, cried Davy. Lave me, now, you Noah's ark
of creeping things. Lave me, I'm stone broke. Ay, lave me, you dogs
with your noses in the snow. I'm done, I'm done.
As the rascals who had cheated and robbed him trooped out like men
aggrieved, Davy broke out into a stave of another wild song:
I'm hunting the wren, said Bobbin to Bobbin,
I'm hunting the wren, said Richard to Rob-bin,
I'm hunting the wren, said Jack of the Lhen,
I'm hunting the wren, said every one.
When the men were gone Lovibond came back by the window. The room
was dense with the fumes of dead smoke, and foul with the smell of
stale liquor. Broken pipes lay on the table amid the refuse of spilled
beer, and a candle, at which the pipes had been lighted, still stood
Davy was reeling about madly, and singing and laughing in gust on
gust. His face was afire with the drink that he had taken, and his
throat was guggling and sputtering.
I care nothing, not Isay what you like; I've had worse losses in
my time, he cried.
He plunged his right hand into his breast and drew out something.
See, that, mate? he said, and held it up under the glass
It was a little curl of brown hair, tied across the middle with a
piece of faded blue ribbon.
See it? he cried in a husky gurgle. It's all I've got left in the
He held it up to the light and looked at it, and laughed until the
glass pendants of the chandelier swung and jingled with the vibration
of his voice.
The gorse under the ling, eh? There you are then! She gave
it me. Yes, though, on the night I sailed. My gough! The ruch and proud
I was that night anyway! I was a homeless beggar, but I might have
owned the stars, for, by God, I was walking on them going away.
He reeled again, and laughed as if in mockery of himself, and then
said, That's ten year ago, mate, and I've kep' it ever since. I have
though, here in my breast, and it's druv out wuss things. When I've
been far away foreign, and losing heart a bit, and down with the fever,
maybe, in that ould hell, and never looking to see herself again, no,
never, I've been touching it gentle and saying to myself, soft and low,
like a sort of an angel's whisper, 'Nelly is with you, Davy. She isn't
so very far away, boy; she's here for all.' And when I've been going
into some dirt of a place that a dacent man shouldn't, it's been
cutting at my ribs, same as a knife, and crying like mad, 'Hould hard,
Davy; you can't take Nelly in theer?' When I've been hot it's been
keeping me cool, and when I've been cold it's been keeping me warm,
better till any comforter. D'ye see it, sir? We're ould comrades, it
and me, the best that's going, and never no quarreling and no words
neither. Ten years together, sir; blow high, blow low. But we're going
to part at last.
Then he picked up the candle in his left hand, still holding the
lock of hair in his right.
Good-by, ould friend! he cried, in a shrill voice, rolling his
head to look at the curl, and holding it over the candle. We're
parting company to-night. I'm going where I can't take you along with
meI'm going to the divil. So long! S'long! I'll never strook you, nor
smooth you, nor kiss you no more! S'long!
He put the curl to his lips, holding it tremblingly between his
great fingers and thumb. Then he clutched it in his palm, reeled a step
backward, swung the candle about and dashed it on to the floor.
I can't, I can't, he cried, God A'mighty, I can't. It's
NellyNellymy Nellymy little Nell!
The curl went back into his breast. He sank into a chair, covered
his face with his hands, and wept aloud as little children do.
When Mrs. Quiggin came down to breakfast next morning, a change both
in her appearance and in her manner caught the eye and ear of Jenny
Crow. Her fringe was combed back from her forehead, and her speech,
even in the first salutation, gave a delicate hint of the broad Manx
accent. Ho, ho! what's this? thought Jenny, and she had not long to
wait for an answer.
An English waiter, who affected the ways of a French one, was
fussing around with needless inquirieswould Madame have this;
would Madame do that?and when this person had scraped himself out
of the room Mrs. Quiggin drew a long breath and said, I don't think I
care so very much for this sort of thing after all, Jenny.
What sort of thing, Nelly?
Waiters and servants, and hotels and things, said Nelly.
Really! said Jenny.
It's wonderful how much happier you are when you can be your own
servant, and boil your own kettle and mash your own tea, and lay your
own cloth, and clear away and wash up afterward.
Do you say so, Nelly?
Deed I do, though, Jenny. There's some life in the like of
thatseeing to yourself and such like. And what are the pleasures of
towns and streets and hotels and servants, and such botherations to
those of a sweet old farm that is all your own somewhere? And, to
thinkto think, Jenny, getting up in the summer morning before the sun
itself, when the light is that cool dead gray, and the last stars are
dying off, and the first birds are calling to their mates that are
still asleep, and then going round to the cowhouse in the clear, crisp,
ringing air, and startling the rabbits and the hares that are hopping
about in the haggardO! it's delightful!
Really now! said Jenny.
And then the men coming down stairs, half awake and yawning, in
their shirt sleeves and their stocking feet, and pushing on their boots
and clattering out to the stable, and shouting to the horses that are
stamping in their stalls; and then you yoursef busy as Thop's wife
laying the cups and saucers, and sending the boys to the well for
water, and filling the big crock to the brim, and hanging the kettle on
the hook, and setting somebody to blow the fire while the gorse flames
and crackles, and bustling here and bustling there, and stirring
yoursef terr'ble, and getting breakfast over, and starting everybody
away to his work in the fieldsaw, there's nothing like it in the
And do you think that, Nelly? said Jenny.
Why, yes; why shouldn't I? said Nelly.
Well, well, said Jenny. 'There's nowt so queer as folk,' as they
say in Manchester.
What do you mean, Jenny Crow?
I fancy I see you, said Jenny, bowling off to Ballawhat d'ye
call it?and doing all that by yourself.
Oh! said Nelly.
Mrs. Quiggin had begun to speak in a voice that was something
between a shrill laugh and a cry, and she ended with a smothered
gurgle, such as comes from the throat of a pea-hen. After breakfast
Peggy Quine came chirping around with a hundred inquiries about the
packing of luggage which was then proceeding, with a view to the
carriage that had been ordered for eleven o'clock. Mrs. Quiggin
betrayed only the most languid interest in these hurrying operations,
and settled herself with her needlework in a chair near to Jenny Crow.
Jenny watched her, and thought, Now, wouldn't she jump at a good
excuse for not going at all?
Presently Mrs. Quiggin said, in a tone of well-acted unconcern, And
so you say that the poor man you tell me of is still loving his wife in
spite of all she has done to him?
Yes, Nelly. All men are like thatmore fools they, said Jenny.
Nelly's face brightened over the needles in her hand, and her parted
lips seemed to whisper, Bless them! But in a note of delicious
insincerity she only said aloud, Not all, Jenny; surely not all.
Yes, all, said Jenny, with emphasis. Do you think I don't know
the men better than you do?
Nelly dropped her needles and raised her face. Why, Jenny, she
said, however can that be?you've never even been married.
That's why, my dear, said Jenny.
Nelly laughed; then returning to the attack, she said, with a poor
pretense at a yawn, So you think a man may love a woman even
afterafter she has turned him out of doors, as you say?
Yes, but that isn't to say that he'll ever come back to her, said
The needles dropped to the lap again. No? Why shouldn't he then?
Why? Because men are never good at the bended knee business, said
Jenny. A man on his knees is ridiculous. It must be his legs that look
so silly. If I had done anything to a man, and he went down on his
knees to me, I would
Jenny lifted her skirt an inch or two, and showed a dainty foot
swinging to and fro. Kick him, she answered.
Nelly laughed again, and said, And if you were a man, and a woman
did so, what then?
Why lift her up and kiss her, and forgive her, of course, said
Nelly tingled with delight, and burned to ask Jenny if she should
not at least let Captain Davy know that she was leaving Douglas and
going home. But being a true woman, she asked something else instead.
So you think, Jenny, she said, that your poor friend will never
go back to his wife?
I'm sure he won't, said Jenny. Didn't I tell you? she added,
What? said Nelly, with a quiver of alarm.
That he's going back to sea, said Jenny.
To sea! cried Nelly, dropping her needles entirely. Back to sea?
she said, in a shrill voice. And without even saying 'good-by!'
Good-by to whom, my dear? said Jenny. To me?
To his wife, of course, said Nelly, huskily.
Well, we don't know that, do we? said Jenny. And, besides, why
If he doesn't he's a cruel, heartless, unfeeling, unforgiving
monster, said Nelly.
And then Jenny burned in her turn to ask if Nelly herself had not
intended to do as much by Captain Davy, but, being a true woman as well
as her adversary, she found a crooked way to the plain question. Is it
at eleven, she said, that the carriage is to come for you?
Mrs. Quiggin had recovered herself in a moment, and then there was a
delicate bout of thrust and parry. I'm so sorry for your sake, Jenny,
she said, in the old tone of delicious insincerity, that the poor
fellow is married.
Gracious me, for my sake? Why? said Jenny.
I thought you were half in love with him, you know, said Nelly.
Half? cried Jenny. I'm over head and ears in love with him.
That's a pity, said Nelly; for, of course, you'll give him up now
that you know he has a wife.
What of that? If he has a wife I have no husbandso it's as
broad as it's long, said Jenny.
Jenny! cried Nelly.
And, oh! said Jenny, there is one thing I didn't tell you. But
you'll keep it secret? Promise me you'll keep it secret. I'm to meet
him again by appointment this very night.
Yes, in the garden of this houseby the waterfall at eight
o'clock. I'll slip out after dinner in my cloak with the hood to it.
It's our last chance, it seems. The poor fellow sails at midnight,
or tomorrow morning, or to-morrow night, or the next night, or
sometime. So you see he's not going away without saying good-by to
somebody. I couldn't help telling you, Nelly. It's nice to share a
secret with a friend one can trust, and if he is another woman's
Nell had risen to her feet with her face aflame.
But you mustn't do it, she cried. It's shocking, it's
horriblecommon morality is against it.
Jenny looked wondrous grave. That's it, you see, she said. Common
morality always is against everything that's nice and
I'm ashamed of you, Jenny Crow. I am; indeed, I am. I could never
have believed it of you; indeed, I couldn't. And the man you speak of
is no better than you are, and all his talk of loving the wife is
hypocrisy and deceit; and the poor woman herself should know of it, and
come down on you both and shame youindeed, she should, cried Nelly,
and she flounced out of the room in a fury.
Jenny watched her go and thought to herself. She'll keep that
appointment for me at eight o'clock to-night by the waterfall.
Presently she heard Mrs. Quiggin with a servant of the hotel
countermanding the order for the carriage at eleven, and engaging it
instead for the extraordinary hour of nine at night. She intends to
keep it, thought Jenny.
And now, she said, settling herself at the writing-table; now for
the other simpleton.
Tell D. Q., she wrote, addressing Lovibond; that E. Q. goes home
by carriage at nine o'clock to-night, and that you have appointed to
meet her for a last farewell at eight by the waterfall in the gardens
of Castle Mona. Then meet me on the pier at seven-thirty.
Lovibond received this message while sitting at breakfast, and he
caught the idea of it in an instant. Since the supper of the night
before he had been pestered by many misgivings, and troubled by some
remorse. Capt'n Davy was bent on going away. Overwhelmed by a sense of
what he took to be his dastardly conduct he was in that worst position
of the man who can forgive neither himself nor the person he has
injured. So much had Lovibond done for him by the fine scheme that had
brought matters to such a pass. But having gone so far, Lovibond had
found himself at a stand. His next step he could not see. Capt'n Davy
must not be allowed to leave the island, but how to keep him from going
away was a bewildering difficulty. To tell him the truth was
impossible, and to concoct a further fable was beyond Lovibond's
invention. And so it was that when Lovi-bond received the letter from
Jenny Crow, he rose to the cue it offered like a drowning man to a
Jealousythe very thing! he thought; and not until he was already
in the thick of his enterprise as wizard of that passion did he realize
that if it was an effectual instrument to his end it was also a cruel
He found Capt'n Davy in the midst of the final preparations for
their journey. These consisted of the packing of clothes into trunks,
bags, sacks, and hampers. On the floor of the sitting-room lay a
various assortment of coats, waistcoats, trowsers, great-coats,
billycock hats and sou'-westers, together with countless shirts and
collars, scarfs and handkerchiefs. At Davy's order Willie Quarrie had
gathered up the garments in armsful out of drawers and wardrobes, and
heaped them at his feet for inspection. This process they were
undergoing with a view to the selection of such as were suitable to the
climate in which it was intended that they should be worn. The hour was
8.30 a.m., the Snaefell was announced to sail for Liverpool at nine.
But, as Lovibond entered the room, a scene of yet more primitive
interest was actively proceeding. A waiter of the hotel was strutting
across the floor and sputtering out protests against this unseemly use
of the sitting-room. The person was the same who the night before had
haunted Davy's elbow with his obsequious Yes, sirs, No, sirs, and
Beg pardon, sirs; but the morning had brought him knowledge of Davy's
penury, and with that wisdom had come impudence if not dignity.
The ideal! he cried. Turnin' a 'otel drawrin'-room into a
Make it a rag shop at once, said Davy, as he went on quietly with
A rag shop it is, and I'll 'ave no more of it, said the waiter
loftily. Who ever 'eard of such a thing?
No? said Davy. Well, well, now! Who'd have thought it? You never
did? A rael Liverpool gentleman, eh? A reg'lar aristocrack out of
No, sir, but it's easy to see where you came from, said the
waiter, with withering scorn.
You say true, boy, said Davy, but it's aisier still to see where
you are going to. Ever seen the black man on the beach at all? No? Him
with the performing birds? You knowjacks and ravens and owls and such
like. Well, he's been wanting something like you this long time.
Wouldn't trust, but he'd give twopence-halfpenny for youand drinks
all round. You'd make his fortune as a cockatoo.
The waiter in fury called downstairs for assistance, and when two of
his fellow servants had arrived in the room they made some poor show of
working their will by force. Then Davy paused from his work, scratched
the under part of his chin with the nail of his forefinger, and said,
Friends, some of us four is interrupting the play, and they're wanting
us at the pay box to give us back the fare. I'm thinking it's you's
fellowswhat do you say? They're longing for you
downstairswon't you go? No? you'll not though? Then where d'ye keep
the slack of your trowsis?
Saying this Davy rose to his feet, hitched his left hand into the
collar of the first waiter, and his right into the depths under his
coat tails, and ran him out of the room. Returning for the other two
waiters he did much the same by each of them, and then came back with a
look of awe, and said
My gough! they must have been Manxmen after allthey rowled
downstairs as if they'd been all legs together.
Lovibond looked grave. That's going too far, Capt'n, he said. For
your own sake it's risking too much.
Risking too much? said Davy. There's only three of them.
The first bell rang on the steamer; it was quarter to nine o'clock.
Willie Quarrie looked out at the window. The Snaefell was lying by
the red pier in the harbor, getting up steam, and sending clouds of
smoke over the old Imperial. Cars were rattling up the quay,
passengers were making for the gangways, and already the decks, fore
and aft, were thronged with people.
Come along, my lad; look slippy, cried Davy, only two bells more,
and three hampers still to pack. Tumble them inhere goes.
Capt'n! said Willie, still looking out.
What? said Davy.
Don't cross by the ferry, Capt'n.
They're all waiting for you, said Willie, every dirt of them all
is waiting by the stepsthere's Tommy Tubman, and Billy Balla-Slieau,
and that wastrel of a churchwardenyes, and there's ould
Kennishthey're all there. Deng my buttons, all of them. They're
thinking to crow over us, Capt'n. Don't cross by the ferry. Let me run
for a car. Then we'll slip up by the bridge yonder, and down the quay
like a mill race, and up to the gangway like smook, and abooard in a
jiffy. That's ityes, I'll be off immadient, and we'll bate the
Willie was seizing his cap to carry out his intention of going for a
cab in order that his master might be spared the humiliation of passing
through the line of false friends who had gathered at the ferry steps
to see the last of him; but Davy shouted Stop, and pointed to the
hampers still unpacked.
I'm broke, said he, and what matter who knows it? Reminds me,
sir, said Davy to Lovibond, of Parson Cowan. The ould man lived up
Andreas way, and after sarvice he'd be saying, 'Boys let's put a sight
on the Methodees,' and they'd be taking a slieu round to the chapel
door. Then as the people came out he'd be offering his snuff-boxes all
about. 'William, how do? have a pinch?' 'Ah, Robbie, fine evening; take
a sneeze?' 'Is that you, Tommy? I haven't another box in my clothes,
but if you'll put your finger and thumb into my waistcoat pocket here,
you'll find some dust.' Aw, yes, a reglar up-and-a-down-er, Parson
Cowan, as aisy, as aisy, and no pride at all. But he had his wakeness
same as a common man, and it was the Plow Inn at Ramsey. One day he was
going out of it middling fullnot fit to walk the crank anywaywhen
who should be coming up the street from the court-house but the Bishop!
It was BishopBishopchut, his name's gone at mebut no matter, glum
as a gur-goyle anyway, and straight as a lampposta reglar
steeple-up-your-back sort of a chap. Ould Mrs. Beatty saw him, and she
lays a hould of Parson Cowan and starts awkisking him back into the
house, and through into the parlor where the chiney cups is. 'You
mustn't go out yet,' the ould woman was whispering. 'It's the Bishop.
And him that sevareit's shocking! He'll surspend you! And think what
they'll be saying! A parson, too! Hush, sir hush! Don't spake! You'll
be waiting till it's dark, and then going home with John in the bottom
of the cart, and nice clane straw to lie on, and nobody knowing
nothing.' But the ould man wouldn't listen. He drew hisself up on the
ould woman tremenjous, and studdied hisself agen the door, and 'No,'
says he; 'I'm drunk,' says he, 'God knows it,' says he, 'and for what
man knows I don't care a damnI'll walk!' Then away he went
down the street past the Bishop, with his hat a-one side, and his hair
all through-others, tacking a bit with romps in the fetlock joints, but
driving on like mad.
The second bell rang on the steamer. It was seven minutes to nine,
and the last of the luggage was packed. On the floor there still lay a
pile of clothing, which was to be left as oil for the wounded joints of
the gentlemen who had been flung down stairs. Willie Quarrie bustled
about to get the trunks and hampers to the ferry steps. Davy, who had
been in his shirt-sleeves, drew on his coat, and Lovibond, who had been
waiting twenty torturing minutes for some opportunity to begin, plunged
into the business of his visit at last.
So you're determined to go, Capt'n? he said.
I am, said Davy.
No message for Mrs. Quiggin? Dare say I could find her at Castle
No! Waityestell hersay I'mif ever IChut! what's the odds?
No, no message.
Not even good-by, Capt'n?
She sent none to meno.
Not a word?
Not a word.
Davy was pawing up the carpet with the toe of his boot, and filling
his pipe from his pouch.
Going back to Callao, Capt'n? said Lovibond.
God knows, mate, said Davy. I'm like the seeding grass, blown
here and there, and the Lord knows where; but maybe I'll find land at
Capt'n, about the money?dy'e owe me any grudge about that? said
Lord-a-massy! Grudge, is it? said Davy. Aw, no, man, no. The
money was my mischief. It's gone, and good luck to it.
But if I could show you a way to get it all back again, Capt'n
Chut! I wouldn't have it, and I wouldn't stay. But, matey, if you
could show me how to get back... the money isn't the loss I'm... if I
was as poor as ould Chalse-a-killey, and had to work my flesh.... I'd
stay if I could get back....
The whistle sounded from the funnel of the Snaefell, and the loud
throbs of escaping steam echoed from the Head. Willie Quarrie ran in to
say that the luggage was down at the ferry steps, and the ferryboat was
coming over the harbor.
Capt'n, said Lovibond, she must have injured you badly
Injured me? said Davy. Wish she had! I wouldn't go off to
the world's end if that was all betwixt us.
If she hasn't, Capt'n, said Lovi-bond, you're putting her in the
way of it.
Davy was about to light his pipe, but he flung away the match.
Have you never thought of it? said Lovibond, That when a husband
deserts his wife like this he throws her in the way of
Not Nelly, no, said Davy, promptly. I'll lave that with
her, anyway. Any other woman perhaps, but Nellynever! She's as pure
as new milk, and no beast milk neither. Nelly going wrong, eh? Well,
well! I'd like to see the man that would... I may have treated her
bad... but I'd like to see the man, I say...
Then there was another shrieking whistle from the steamer. Willie
Quarrie called up at the window and gesticulated wildly from the lawn
Coming, boy, coming, Davy shouted back, and looking at his watch,
he said, Four minutes and a halftime enough yet.
Then they left the hotel and moved toward the ferry steps. As they
walked Davy begun to laugh. Well, well! he said, and he laughed
again. Aw, to think, to think! he said, and he laughed once more. But
with every fresh outbreak of his laughter the note of his voice lost
Lovibond saw his opportunity, and yet could not lay hold of it, so
cruel at that moment seemed the only weapon that would be effectual.
But Davy himself thrust in between him and his timid spirit. With
another hollow laugh, as if half ashamed of keeping up the deception to
the last, yet convinced that he alone could see through it, he said,
No news of the girl in the church, mate, eh? Gone home, I suppose?
Not yet, said Lovibond.
No? said Davy.
The fact isbut you'll be secret?
It isn't a thing I'd tell everybody
You see, if her husband has treated her like a brute, she's his
wife, after all.
Davy drew up on the path. What is it? he said.
I'm to meet her to-night, alone, said Lovibond.
Yes; in the grounds of Castle Mona, by the waterfall, after
darkat eight o'clock, in fact.
Castle Monaby the waterfalleight o'clockthat's anow, that
must be a
Davy had lifted his pipe hand to give emphasis to the protest on his
lips, when he stopped and laughed, and said, Amazing thick, eh?
Why not, said Lovibond? Who wouldn't be with a sweet woman like
that? If the fool that's left her doesn't know her worth, so much the
better for somebody else.
Then you're for making it up there? said Davy, clearing his
It'll not be my fault if I don't, said Lovibond. I'm not one of
the wise asses that talk big about God's law and man's law; and if I
were, man's law has tied this sweet little woman to a brute, and God's
law draws her to methat's all.
And she's willing, eh? said Davy.
Give her time, Capt'n, said Lovibond.
But didn't you say she was loving thisthis brute of a husband?
Time, Capt'n, time, said Lovibond. That will mend with time.
And, manewhile, she's tellin' you all her secrets.
I leave you to judge, Capt'n.
After dark, you saythat's middling tidy to begin with, eh,
Lovibond laughed: Capt'n Davy laughed. They laughed together.
Willie Quarrie, standing by the boat at the bottom of the steps,
with the luggage piled up at the bow, shouted that there was not a
minute to spare. The throbbing of the steam in the funnel had ceased,
one of the two gangways had been run ashore, and the captain was on the
Now, then, Capt'n, cried Willie.
But Davy did not hear. He was watching Lovibond's face with eyes of
suspicion. Was the man fooling him? Did he know the secret?
Good-by Capt'n, said Lovibond, taking Davy by the hand.
Good-by, mate, said Davy, absently.
Good luck to you and a second fortune, said Lovibond.
Damn the fortune, said Davy, under his breath.
Then there was another whistle from the Snaefell.
Capt'n Davy! Capt'n Davy! cried Willie Quarrie.
Coming, answered Davy. But still he stood at the top of the ferry
steps, holding Lovibond's hand, and looking into his face.
Then there came a loud voice from the bridge of the steamerSteam
Capt'n! Capt'n! cried Willie from the bottom of the steps.
Davy dropped Lovibond's hand and turned to look across the harbor.
Too late, he said quietly.
Not if you'll come quick, Capt'n. See, the last gangway is up yet,
Too late, repeated Davy, more loudly.
Just time to do it by the skin of your teeth, Capt'n, shouted the
Too late, I tell you, thundered Davy, sternly.
Meanwhile there was a great commotion on the other side of the
Out of the way there! All ashore! Ready? Ready! Steam
upslow! The last bell rang. The first stroke of nine was struck by
the clock of the tower; one echoing blast came from the steam whistle,
and the Snaefell began to move slowly from the quay. Then there were
shouts from the deck and adieus from the shore. Good-by! Good-by!
Farewell, little Mona! Good-by, dear Elian Vannin! Handkerchiefs
waving on the steamer; handkerchiefs waving on the quay; seagulls
wheeling over the stern; white churning water in the wake; flag down;
and harbor empty.
Lovibond smiled behind a handkerchief, with which he pretended to
wipe his big mustache. Willie Quarrie looked helplessly up the ferry
steps. Davy gnashed his teeth at the top of them.
After a moment Davy said, No matter; we can take the Irish packet
at nine, and catch the Pacific boat at Belfast. Willie, he shouted,
put the luggage in the shed for the Belfast steamer. We'll sail
Then the three parted company, each with his own reflections.
The Capt'n done that a-purpose, thought Willie.
He'll keep my engagement for me at eight o'clock, thought
I wouldn't have believed it of her if the Dempster himself had
swore to it, thought Davy.
At half-past seven that night the iron pier was a varied and
animated scene. A band was playing a waltz on the circle at the end;
young people were dancing, other young people of both sexes were
promenading, lines of yet younger people, chiefly girls in short
frocks, but with the wagging heads and sparkling eyes of one type of
budding maidenhood, were skipping along arm-in-arm, singing snatches of
the words set to the waltz, and beating a half-dancing time with an
alternate scrape and stroke of the soles of their shoes upon the wood
floor on which they walked. The odor of the brine came up from below
and mingled with the whiffs of Mona Bouquet that swept after the young
girls as they passed, and with the puffs of tobacco smoke that
enveloped the young men as they dawdled on. Sometimes the revolving
light of the lightship in the channel could be seen above the flash and
flare of the pier lamps, and sometimes the dark water under foot
gleamed and glinted between the open timbers of the pier pavement, and
sometimes the deep rumble of the sea could be heard over the clash and
clang of the pier band.
Lovibond was there, walking to and fro, feeling himself for the
first time to be an old fellow among so many younger folks, watching
the clock, counting the minutes, and scanning every female form that
came alone with the crink-crank-crick through the round stile of the
Not until five minutes to eight did the right one appear, but she
made up for the tardiness of her coming by the animation of her
I couldn't get away sooner, whispered Jenny. She watched me like
a cat. She'll be out in the grounds by this time. It's delicious! But
is he coming!
Trust him, said Lovibond.
O, dear, what a meeting it will be! said Jenny.
I'd love to be there, said Lovibond.
Umph! Would you? Two's company, three's noneyou're just as well
where you are, said Jenny.
Better, said Lovibond.
The clock struck eight in the tower.
Eight o'clock, said Lovibond, They'll be flying at each other's
eyes by this time.
Eight o'clock, twenty seconds! said Jenny. And they'll be lying
in each other's arms by now.
Did she suspect? said Lovibond.
Of course she did! said Jenny. Did he?
Certainly! said Lovibond.
O dear, O dear! said Jenny. It's wonderful how far you can fool
people when it's to their interest to be fooled.
Wonderful! said Lovibond.
They had walked to the end of the pier; the band was playing
I love but thee, sweet Mona.
So our little drama is over, eh? said. Jenny.
Yes; it's over, said Lovibond.
Jenny sighed; Lovibond sighed; they looked at each other and sighed
And these good people have no further use for us, said Jenny.
None, said Lovibond.
Then I suppose we've no further use for each other? moaned Jenny.
Eh? said Lovibond.
Tut! said Jenny, and she swung aside.
Mona, sweet Mona,
I love but thee, sweet Mona.'
There's only one thing I regret, said Lovibond, inclining his head
toward Jenny's averted face.
And pray, what's that? said Jenny, without turning about.
Didn't I tell you that Capt'n Davy had taken two berths in the
Pacific steamer to the west coast? said Lovibond.
Well? said Jenny.
That's ninety pounds wasted, said Lovibond.
What a pity! sighed Jenny.
Isn't it? said Lovibondhis left hand was fumbling for her right.
If she were any other woman, she might be glad to go still, said
And if he were any other man he would be proud to take her, said
Some woman without kith or kin to miss her began Jenny.
Yes, or some man without anybody in the world began Lovibond.
Now, if it had been my case said Jenny, wearily.
Or mine, said Lovibond, sadly.
Each drew a long breath.
Do you know, if I disappeared tonight, there's not a soul said
That's just my case, too, interrupted Lovibond.
Ah! they said together.
They looked into each other's eyes with a mournful expression, and
sighed again. Also their hands touched as their arms hung by their
Ninety pounds! Did you say ninety? Two berths? said Jenny. What a
shocking waste! Couldn't somebody else use them?
Just what I was thinking, said Lovibond; and he linked the lady's
arm through his own.
Hadn't you better get the tickets from Capt'n Davy, andand give
them to somebody before it is too late? said Jenny.
I've got them alreadyhis boy Quarrie was keeping them, said
How thoughtful of you, JonaI mean, Mr. Lovi
Ben-my-chree! Sweet Ben-my-chree, I love but thee
O, Jonathan! whispered Jenny.
O, Jenny! gasped Jonathan.
They were on the dark side of the round house; the band was playing
behind them, the sea was rumbling in front; there was a shuffle of
feet, a sudden rustle of a dress; the lady glanced to the right, the
gentleman looked to the left, and then for a fraction of an instant
they were locked in each other's arms.
Will you go back with me, Jenny?
Well, whispered Jenny. Just to keep the tickets from wasting
Just that, whispered Lovibond.
Three quarters of an hour later they were sailing out of Douglas
harbor on board the Irish packet that was to overtake the Pacific
steamship next morning at Belfast. The lights of Castle Mona lay low on
the water's edge, and from the iron pier as they passed came the faint
sound of the music of the band:
Mona, sweet Mona,
Fairest isle beneath the sky,
Mona, sweet Mona,
We bid thee now good-by.
The life that Davy had led that day-was infernal At the first shaft
of Lovi-bond's insinuation against Mrs. Quiggin's fidelity he had
turned sick at heart. When he said it, Davy had thought, the blood
went from me like the tide out of the Ragged Mouth, where the ships lie
wrecked and rotten.
He had baffled with his bemuddled brain, to recall the conversation
he had held with his wife since his return home to marry her, and every
innocent word she had uttered in jest had seemed guilty and foul.
You've been nothing but a fool, Davy, he told himself. You've been
Then he had reproached himself for his hasty judgment. Hould hard,
boy, hould hard; aisy for all, though, aisy, aisy! He had remembered
how modest his wife had been in the old dayshow simple and how
natural. She was as pure as the mountain turf, he had thought, and
quiet extraordinary. Yet there was the ugly fact that she had
appointed to meet a strange man in the gardens of Castle Mona, that
night, alone. Some charm is put on hersome charm or the like, he
had thought again.
That had been the utmost and best he could make of it, and he had
suffered the torments of the damned. During the earlier part of the day
he had rambled through the town, drinking freely, and his face had been
a piteous sight to see. Toward nightfall he had drifted past Castle
Mona toward Onchan Head, and stretched himself on the beach before
Derby Castle. There he had reviewed the case afresh, and asked himself
what he ought to do.
It's not for me to go sneaking after her, he had thought. She's
true, I'll swear to it. The man's lying... Very well, then, Davy, boy,
don't you take rest till you're proving it.
The autumn day had begun to close in, and the first stars to come
out. Other women are like yonder, he had thought; just common stars
in the sky, where there's millions and millions of them. But Nelly is
like the moonthe moon, bless her
At that thought Davy had leaped to his feet, in disgust of his own
simplicity. I'm a fool, he had muttered, a reg'lar ould bleating
billygoat; talking pieces of poethry to myself, like a stupid, gawky
Tommy Big Eyes.
He had looked at his watch. It was a quarter to eight o'clock.
Unconsciously he had begun to walk toward Castle Mona. I'm not for
misdoubting my wife, not me; but then a man may be over certain. I'll
find out for myself; and if it's true, if she's there, if she meets
him.... Well, well, be aisy for all, Davy; be aisy, boy, be aisy! If
the worst comes to the worst, and you've got to cut your stick, you'll
be doing it without a heart-ache anyway. She'll not be worth it, and
you'll be selling yourself to the Divil with a clane conscience. So
it's all serene either way, Davy, my man, and here goes for it.
Meanwhile Mrs. Quiggin had been going through similar torments. I
don't blame him, she had thought. It's that mischief-making
huzzy. Why did I ask her? I wonder what in the world I ever saw in her.
If I were not going away myself she should pack out of the house in the
morning. The sly thing! How clever she thinks herself, too! But she'll
be surprised when I come down on her. I'll watch her; she sha'n't
escape me. And as for himwell, we'll see, Mr. David, we'll
As the clock in the hall in Castle Mona was striking eight these
good souls in these wise humors were making their several ways to the
waterfall under the cliff, in the darkest part of the hotel grounds.
Davy got there first, going in by the gate at the Onchan end. It
struck him with astonishment that Lovibond was not there already. The
man bragged of coming, but I don't see him, he thought. He felt half
inclined to be wroth with Lovibond for daring to run the risk of being
late. I know someone who would have been early enough if he had been
coming to meet with somebody, he thought.
Presently he saw a female form approaching from the thick darkness
at the Douglas end of the house. It was a tall figure in a long cloak,
with the hood drawn over the head. Through the opening of the cloak in
front a light dress beneath gleamed and glinted in the brightening
starlight. It's herself, Davy muttered, under his breath. She's like
the silvery fir tree with her little dark head agen the sky. Trust me
for knowing her! I'd be doing that if I was blind. Yes, would I though,
if I was only the grass under her feet, and she walked on me. She's
coming! My God, then, it's true! It's true, Davy! Hould hard, boy!
She's a woman for all! She's here! She sees me! She thinks I'm the
In the strange mood of the moment he was half sorry to take her by
Davy was right that Mrs. Quiggin saw him. While still in the shadow
of the house she recognized his dark figure among the trees. But he's
alone, she thought. Then the huzzy must have gone back to her room
when I thought she slipped out at the porch. He's waiting for her.
Should I wait, too? No! That he is there is enough. He sees me. He is
coming. He thinks I am she. Umph! Now to astonish him!
Thus thinking, and both trembling with rage and indignation, and
both quivering with love and fear, the two came face to face.
But neither betrayed the least surprise.
I'm sorry, ma'am, if I'm not the man faltered Davy.
It's a pity, sir, if I'm not the woman stammered Nelly.
Hope I don't interrupt any terterta-tie, continued Davy.
I trust you won't allow me began Nelly.
And then, having launched these shafts of impotent irony in vain,
they came to a stand with an uneasy feeling that something unlooked for
What d'ye mane, ma'am? said Davy.
What do you mean, sir? said Nelly.
I mane, that you're here to meet with a man, said Davy.
I! cried Nelly. I? Did you say that I was here to meet
Don't go to deny it, ma'am, said Davy.
I do deny it, said Nelly. And what's more, sir, I know why you
are here. You are here to meet with a woman.
Me! To meet with a woman! Me? cried Davy.
Oh, you needn't deny it, sir, said Nelly. Your presence
here is proof enough against you.
And your presence here is proof enough agen you, said Davy.
You had to meet her at eight, said Nelly.
That's a reg'lar bluff, ma'am, said Davy, for it was at eight you
had to meet with him?
How dare you say so? cried Nelly.
I had it from the man himself, said Davy.
It's false, sir, for there is no man; but I had it from the
woman, said Nelly.
And did you believe her? said Davy.
Did you believe him? said Nelly. Were you simple
enough to trust a man who told you that he was going to meet your own
He wasn't for knowing it was my own wife, said Davy. But were
you simple enough to trust the woman who was telling you she was
going to meet your own husband?
She didn't know it was my own husband, said Nelly. But that
wasn't the only thing she told me.
And it wasn't the only thing he tould me. said Davy.
He tould me all your secretsthat your husband had deserted you
because he was a brute and a blackguard.
I have never said so, cried Nelly. Who dares to say I have? I
have never opened my lips to any living man against you. But you are
measuring me by your own yard, sir; for you led her to believe
that I was a cat and a shrew and a nagger, and a thankless wretch who
ought to be put down by the law just as it puts down biting dogs.
Now, begging you pardon, ma'am, said Davy; but that's a damned
lie, whoever made it.
After this burst there was a pause and a hush, and then Nelly said,
It's easy to say that when she isn't here to contradict you; but wait,
sir, only wait.
And it's aisy for you to say yonder, said Davy, when he isn't
come to deny itbut take your time, ma'am, take your time.
Who is it? said Nelly.
No matter, said Davy.
Who is the man, demanded Nelly.
My friend Lovibond, answered Davy.
Lovibond! cried Nelly.
The same, groaned Davy.
Mr. Lovibond! cried Nelly again.
Awkeep it up, ma'am; keep it up! said Davy. And, manewhile, if
you plaze, who is the woman?
My friend Jenny Crow, said Nelly.
Then there was another pause.
And did she tell you that I had agreed to meet her? said Davy.
She did, said Nelly. And did he tell you that I had
appointed to meet him?
Yes, did he, said Davy. At eight o'clock, did she say?
Yes, eight o'clock, said Nelly. Did he say eight?
He did, said Davy.
The loud voices of a moment before had suddenly dropped to broken
whispers. Davy made a prolonged whistle.
Stop, said he; haven't you been in the habit of meeting him?
I have never seen him but once, said Nelly. But haven't you
been in the habit of meeting her?
Never set eyes on the little skute but twice altogether, said
Davy. But didn't he see you first in St. Thomas's, and didn't you
speak with him on the shore
I've never been in St. Thomas's in my life! said Nelly. But
didn't you meet her first on the Head above Port Soderick, and to go to
Laxey, and come home with her in the coach?
Not I, said Davy.
Then the stories she told me of the Manx sailor were all
imagination, were they? said Nelly.
And the yarns he tould me of the girl in the church
were all make-ups, eh? said Davy.
Dear me, what a pair of deceitful people! said Nelly.
My gough! what a couple of cuffers! said Davy.
There was another pause, and then Davy began to laugh. First came a
low gurgle like that of suppressed bubbles in a fountain, then a sharp,
crackling breaker of sound, and then a long, deep roar of liberated
mirth that seemed to shake and heave the whole man, and to convulse the
very air around him.
Davy's laughter was contagious. As the truth began to dawn on her
Mrs. Quiggin first chuckled, then tittered, then laughed outright; and
at last her voice rose behind her husband's in clear trills of
Laughter was the good genie that drew their assundered hearts
together. It broke down the barrier that divided them; it melted the
frozen places where love might not pass. They could not resist it.
Their anger fled before it like evil creatures of the night.
At the first sound of Davy's laughter something in Nelly's bosom
seemed to whisper He loves me still; and at the first note of
Nelly's, something clamored in Davy's breast, She's mine, she's mine!
They turned toward each other in the darkness with a yearning cry.
Nelly! cried Davy, and he opened his arms to her.
Davy! cried Nelly, and she leaped to his embrace.
And so ended in laughter and kisses their little foolish comedy of
As soon as Davy had recovered his breath he said, with what gravity
he could command, Seems to me, Nelly Vauch, begging your pardon,
darling, that we've been a couple of fools.
Whoever could have believed it? said Nelly.
What does it mane at all, said Davy.
It means, said Nelly, that our good friends knew each other, and
that he told her, and she told him, and that to bring us together again
they played a trick on our jealousy.
Then we were jealous? said Davy.
Why else are we here? said Nelly.
So you did come to see a man, after all? said Davy.
And you came to see a woman, said Nelly.
They had began to laugh again, and to walk to and fro about the
lawn, arm-inarm and waist-to-waist, vowing that they would never
partno, never, never, neverand that nothing on earth should
separate them, when they heard a step on the grass behind.
Who's there? said Davy.
And a voice from the darkness answered, It's Willie Quarrie,
Davy caught his breath. Lord-a-massy me! said he. I'd clane
So had I, said Nelly, with alarm.
I was to have started back for Cajlao by the Belfast packet.
And I was to have gone home by carriage.
If you plaze, Capt'n, said Willie Quarrie, coming up. I've been
looking for you high and lowthe pacquet's gone.
Davy drew a long breath of relief. Good luck to her, said he, with
And, if you plaze, said Willie, Mr. Lovibond is gone with her.
Good luck to him, said Davy.
And Miss Crows has gone, too, said Willie.
Good luck to her as well, said Davy; and Nelly whispered at his
side, Therewhat did I tell you?
And if you plaze, Capt'n, said Willie Quarrie, stammering
nervously, Mr. Lovibond, sir, he has borrowed ourour tickets
andand taken them away with him.
He's welcome, boy, he's welcome, cried Davy, promptly. We're
going home instead. Home! he said againthis time to Nelly, and in a
tone of delight, as if the word rolled on his tongue like a
lozengethat sounds better, doesn't it? Middling tidy, isn't it. Not
so dusty, eh?
We'll never leave it again, said Nelly.
Never! said Davy. Not for a Dempster's palace. Just a piece of a
croft and a bit of a thatch cottage on the lea of ould Orrisdale, and
we'll lie ashore and take the sun like the goats.
That reminds me of something, whispered Nelly. Listen! I've had a
letter from father. It made me cry this morning, but it's all right
nowBallamooar is to let!
Ballamooar! repeated Davy, but in another voice. Aw, no, woman,
no! And that reminds me of something.
What is it, said Nelly.
I should have been telling you first, said Davy, with downcast
head, and in a tone of humiliation.
Then what? whispered Nelly.
There's never no money at a dirty ould swiper that drinks and
gambles everything. I'm on the ebby tide, Nelly, and my boat is on the
rocks like a taypot. I'm broke, woman, I'm broke.
Nelly laughed lightly. Do you say so? she said with mock
It's only an ould shirt I'm bringing you to patch, Nelly, said
Davy; but here I am, what's left of me, to take me or lave me, and not
much choice either ways.
Then I take you, sir, said Nelly. And as for the money, she
whispered in a meaning voice, I'll take Ballamooar myself and give you
With a cry of joy Davy caught her to his breast and held her there
as in a vice. Then kiss me on it again and swear to it, he cried,
Again! Again! Don't be in a hurry woman! Aw, kissing is mortal hasty
work! Take your time, girl! Once more! Shocking, is it? It's like the
bags of the bees that we were stealing when we were boys! Another! Then
half a one, and I'm done!
Since they had spoken to Willie Quarrie they had given no further
thought to him, when he stepped forward and said out of the darkness:
If you plaze, capt'n, Mr. Lovibond was telling me to give you this
lether and this other thing, giving a letter and a book to Davy.
Hould hard, though; what's doing now? said Davy, turning them over
in his hand.
Let us go into the house and look, said Nelly.
But Davy had brought out his matchbox, and was striking a light.
Hould up my billycock, boy, said he; and in another moment Willie
Quarrie was holding Davy's hat on end to shield from the breeze the
burning match which Nelly held inside of it. Then Davy, bareheaded,
proceeded to examine what Lovibond had sent him.
A book tied up in a red tape, eh? said Davy. Must be the one he
was writing in constant, morning and evening, telling hisself and God
A'mighty what he was doing and wasn't doing, and where he was going to
and when he was going to go. Aw, yes, he always kep' a diarrhea.
A diary, Davy, said Nelly.
Have it as you like, Vauch, and don't burn your little
fingers, said Davy; and then he opened the letter, and with many
interjections proceeded to read it.
'Dear Captain. How can I ask you to forgive me for the trick I have
played upon you? '(Forgive, is it?)' I have never had an appointment
with the Manx lady; I have never had an intention of carrying her off
from her husband; I have never seen her in church, and the story I have
told you has been a lie from beginning to end.'
Davy lifted his head and laughed.
Another match, Willie, he cried. And while the boy was striking a
fresh one Davy stamped out the burning end that Nelly dropped on to the
grass, and said: A lie! Well, it was an' it wasn't. A sort of a
scriptural parable, eh?
Go on, Davy, said Nelly, impatiently, and Davy began again:
'You know the object of that trick by this time' (Wouldn't trust),
'but you have been the victim of another' (Holy sailor!), 'to which I
must also confess. In the gambling by which I won a large part of your
money' (True for you!) 'I was not playing for my own hand. It was for
one who wished to save you from yourself.' (Lord a massy!) 'That person
was your wife' (Goodness me!), 'and all my earnings belong to her.'
(Good thing, too!) 'They are deposited at Dumbell's in her name'
Therethat will do, said Nelly, nervously.
'And I send you the bank-book, together with the dock bonds,...
which you transferred for Mrs. Quiggin's benefit... to the name... of
Davy's lusty voice died off to a whisper.
What is that? said Nelly, eagerly.
Nothin', said Davy, very thick about the throat; and he rammed the
letter into his breeches' pocket and grabbed at his hat. As he did so,
a paper slipped to the ground. Nelly caught it up and held it on the
breezy side of the flickering match.
It was a note from Jenny Crow: 'You dear old goosy; your jealous
little heart found out who the Manx sailor was, but your wise little
poll never once suspected that Mr. Lovibond could be anything to
anybody, although I must have told you twenty times in the old days of
the sweetheart from whom I parted. Good thing, too. Glad you were so
stupid, my dear, for by helping you to make up your quarrel we have
contrived to patch up our own. Good-by! What lovely stories I told you!
And how you liked them! We have borrowed your husband's berths for the
Pacific steamer, and are going to have an Irish marriage tomorrow
morning at Belfast'
So they're a Co. consarn already, said Davy.
'Good-by! Give your Manx sailor one kiss for me'
Do it! cried Davy. Do it! What you've got to do only once you
ought to do it well.
Then they became conscious that a smaller and dumpier figure was
standing in the darkness by the side of Willie. It was Peggy Quine.
Are you longing, Peggy? Willie was saying in a voice of melancholy
And Peggy was answering in a doleful tone, Aw, yes, thoughlonging
Becoming conscious that the eyes of her mistress were on her, Peggy
stepped out and said, If you plaze, ma'am, the carriage is waiting
Then send it away again, said Davy.
But the boxes is packed, sir
Send it away, repeated Davy.
No, no, said Nelly; we must go home to-night.
To-morrow morning, shouted Davy, with a stamp of his foot and a
But I have paid the bill, said Nelly, and everything is arranged,
and we are all ready.
To-morrow morning, thundered Davy, with another stamp of the foot
and a peal of laughter.
And Davy had his way.