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“‘Clear out!’ ses the skipper. ‘Clear out! And thank your stars there’s a lady present.’

“‘Don’t take no notice of ‘im, Captain Pratt,’ ses the lady. ‘He’s beneath you. You only encourage people like that by taking notice of ‘em. Good-bye.’

“She held out her ‘and, and while the skipper was shaking it I began to walk back to the wharf. I ‘adn’t gorn far afore I heard ‘im coming up behind me, and next moment ‘e was walking alongside and saying things to try and make me lose my temper.

“‘Ah, it’s a pity your pore missis can’t ‘ear you!’ I ses. ‘I expect she thinks you are stowed away in your bunk dreaming of ‘er, instead of saying things about a face as don’t belong to you.’

“‘You mind your bisness,’ he ses, shouting. ‘And not so much about my missis! D’ye hear? Wot’s it got to do with you? Who asked you to shove your oar in?’

“‘You’re quite mistook,’ I ses, very calm. ‘I’d no idea that there was anything on as shouldn’t be. I was never more surprised in my life. If anybody ‘ad told me, I shouldn’t ‘ave believed ‘em. I couldn’t. Knowing you, and knowing ‘ow respectable you ‘ave always purtended to be, and also and likewise that you ain’t no chicken–’

“I thought ‘e was going to ‘ave a fit. He ‘opped about, waving his arms and stuttering and going on in such a silly way that I didn’t like to be seen with ‘im. Twice he knocked my ‘at off, and arter telling him wot would ‘appen if ‘e did it agin, I walked off and left him.

“Even then ‘e wasn’t satisfied, and arter coming on to the wharf and following me up and down like a little dog, he got in front of me and told me some more things he ‘ad thought of.

“‘If I catch you spying on me agin,’ he ses, ‘you’ll wish you’d never been born!’

“‘You get aboard and ‘ave a quiet sleep,’ I ses. ‘You’re wandering in your mind.’

“‘The lady you saw me with,’ he ses, looking at me very fierce, ‘is a friend o’ mine that I meet sometimes for the sake of her talk.’

“‘Talk!’ I ses, staring at ‘im. ‘Talk! Wot, can’t one woman talk enough for you? Is your missis dumb? or wot?’

“‘You don’t understand,’ he ses, cocking up ‘is nose at me. ‘She’s a interleckshal woman; full of eddication and information. When my missis talks, she talks about the price o’ things and says she must ‘ave more money. Or else she talks about things I’ve done, or sometimes things I ‘aven’t done. It’s all one to her. There’s no pleasure in that sort o’ talk. It don’t help a man.’

“‘I never ‘eard of any talk as did,’ I ses.

“‘I don’t suppose you did,’ he ses, sneering-like. ‘Now, to-night, fust of all, we talked about the House of Lords and whether it ought to be allowed; and arter that she gave me quite a little lecture on insecks.’

“‘It don’t seem proper to me,’ I ses. ‘I ‘ave spoke to my wife about ‘em once or twice, but I should no more think of talking about such things to a single lady–’

“He began to jump about agin as if I’d bit ‘im, and he ‘ad so much to say about my ‘ed and blocks of wood that I pretty near lost my temper. I should ha’ lost it with some men, but ‘e was a very stiff-built chap and as hard as nails.

“‘Beer’s your trouble,’ he ses, at last. ‘Fust of all you put it down, and then it climbs up and soaks wot little brains you’ve got. Wot you want is a kind friend to prevent you from getting it.’

“I don’t know wot it was, but I ‘ad a sort of sinking feeling inside as ‘e spoke, and next evening, when I saw ‘im walk to the end of the jetty with the office-boy and stand there talking to ‘im with his ‘and on his shoulder, it came on worse than ever. And I put two and two together when the guv’nor came up to me next day, and, arter talking about ‘dooty’ and ‘ow easy it was to get night-watchmen, mentioned in ‘a off-’and sort of way that, if I left the wharf at all between six and six, I could stay away altogether.

“I didn’t answer ‘im a word. I might ha’ told ‘im that there was plenty of people arter me ready to give me double the money, but I knew he could never get anybody to do their dooty by the wharf like I ‘ad done, so I kept quiet. It’s the way I treat my missis nowadays, and it pays; in the old days I used to waste my breath answering ‘er back.

“I wouldn’t ha’ minded so much if it ‘adn’t ha’ been for that boy. He used to pass me, as ‘e went off of a evening, with a little sly smile on ‘is ugly little face, and sometimes when I was standing at the gate he’d give a sniff or two and say that he could smell beer, and he supposed it came from the Bear’s Head.

“It was about three weeks arter the guv’nor ‘ad forgot ‘imself, and I was standing by the gate one evening, when I saw a woman coming along carrying a big bag in her ‘and. I ‘adn’t seen ‘er afore, and when she stopped in front of me and smiled I was on my guard at once. I don’t smile at other people, and I don’t expect them to smile at me.

“‘At last!’ she ses, setting down ‘er bag and giving me another smile. ‘I thought I was never going to get ‘ere.”

“I coughed and backed inside a little bit on to my own ground. I didn’t want to ‘ave that little beast of a office-boy spreading tales about me.

“‘I’ve come up to ‘ave a little fling,’ she ses, smiling away harder than ever. ‘My husband don’t know I’m ‘ere. He thinks I’m at ‘ome.’

“I think I went back pretty near three yards.

“‘I come up by train,’ she ses, nodding.

“‘Yes,’ I ses, very severe, ‘and wot about going back by it?’

“‘Oh, I shall go back by ship,’ she ses. ‘Wot time do you expect the Eastern Monarch up?’

“‘Well,’ I ses, ‘ardly knowing wot to make of ‘er, ‘she ought to be up this tide; but there’s no reckoning on wot an old washtub with a engine like a sewing-machine inside ‘er will do.’

“‘Oh, indeed!’ she ses, leaving off smiling very sudden. ‘Oh, indeed! My husband might ‘ave something to say about that.’

“‘Your ‘usband?’ I ses.

“‘Captain Pratt,’ she ses, drawing ‘erself up. ‘I’m Mrs. Pratt. He left yesterday morning, and I’ve come up ‘ere by train to give ‘im a little surprise.’

“You might ha’ knocked me down with a feather, and I stood there staring at her with my mouth open, trying to think.

“‘Take care,’ I ses at last. ‘Take care as you don’t give ‘im too much of a surprise!’

“‘Wot do you mean?’ she ses, firing up.

“‘Nothing,’ I ses. ‘Nothing, only I’ve known ‘usbands in my time as didn’t like being surprised—that’s all. If you take my advice, you’ll go straight back home agin.’

“‘I’ll tell ‘im wot you say,’ she ses, ‘as soon as ‘is ship comes in.’

“That’s a woman all over; the moment they get into a temper they want to hurt somebody; and I made up my mind at once that, if anybody was going to be ‘urt, it wasn’t me. And, besides, I thought it might be for the skipper’s good—in the long run.

“I broke it to her as gentle as I could. I didn’t tell ‘er much, I just gave her a few ‘ints. Just enough to make her ask for more.

“‘And mind,’ I ses, ‘I don’t want to be brought into it. If you should ‘appen to take a fancy into your ‘ed to wait behind a pile of empties till the ship comes in, and then slip out and foller your ‘usband and give ‘im the little surprise you spoke of, it’s nothing to do with me.’

“‘I understand,’ she ses, biting her lip. ‘There’s no need for ‘im to know that I’ve been on the wharf at all.’

“I gave ‘er a smile—I thought she deserved it—but she didn’t smile back. She was rather a nice-looking woman in the ordinary way, but I could easy see ‘ow temper spoils a woman’s looks. She stood there giving little shivers and looking as if she wanted to bite somebody.

“‘I’ll go and hide now,’ she ses.

“‘Not yet,’ I ses. ‘You’ll ‘ave to wait till that little blackbeetle in the office ‘as gorn.’ ‘Blackbeetle?’ she ses, staring.

“‘Office-boy,’ I ses. ‘He’d better not see you at all. S’pose you go off for a bit and come back when I whistle?’

“Afore she could answer the boy came out of the office, ready to go ‘ome. He gave a little bit of a start when ‘e saw me talking to a lady, and then ‘e nips down sudden, about a couple o’ yards away, and begins to do ‘is bootlace up. It took ‘im some time, because he ‘ad to undo it fust, but ‘e finished it at last, and arter a quick look at Mrs. Pratt, and one at me that I could ha’ smacked his ‘ed for, ‘e went off whistling and showing ‘is little cuffs.

“I stepped out into the road and watched ‘im out o’ sight. Then I told Mrs. Pratt to pick up ‘er bag and foller me.

“As it ‘appened there was a big pile of empties in the corner of the ware’ouse wall, just opposite the Eastern Monarch’s berth. It might ha’ been made for the job, and, arter I ‘ad tucked her away behind and given ‘er a box to sit on, I picked up my broom and began to make up for lost time.

“She sat there as quiet as a cat watching a mouse’ole, and I was going on with my work, stopping every now and then to look and see whether the Monarch was in sight, when I ‘appened to turn round and see the office- boy standing on the edge of the wharf with his back to the empties, looking down at the water. I nearly dropped my broom.