Salthaven. William Wymark Jacobs

bananas assuming an expression of gravity befitting the occasion, braced himself for the inevitable encounter.

      Five minutes later Miss Hartley, bearing a large and badly-tied parcel, came smiling out to him. The smile faded suddenly, and she stood regarding him in consternation.

      "Why—!" she began. "Where—?"

      Mr. Vyner eyed her carefully. "I gave 'em away," he said, slowly. "Two poor, hungry little chaps stood looking at me. I am awfully fond of children, and before I knew what I was doing—"

      "I've no doubt," said Joan, bitterly, as she realized her defeat. "I've no doubt."

      Mr. Vyner leaned toward the parcel. "Allow me," he murmured, politely.

      "Thank you, Til carry it myself," said Joan, sharply.

      Her taste for shopping had evaporated, and clutching her parcel she walked rapidly homeward. An occasional glance at her companion did not quite satisfy her that he was keeping his sense of humour under proper control. There was a twitching of his lips which might, she felt, in a little time become contagious. She averted her head.

      "That's all right," said Mr. Vyner, with a sigh of relief. "I was half afraid that I had offended you."

      CHAPTER VII

      TO the great relief of Mr. Truefitt's imagination, his sister suddenly ceased from all comment upon the irregularity of his hours. Unprepared, by the suddenness of the change, he recited mechanically, for the first day or two, the reasons he had invented for his lateness, but their reception was of so chilling a nature that his voice was scarcely audible at the finish. Indeed, when he came home one evening with a perfectly true story of a seaman stabbed down by the harbour, Mrs. Chinnery yawned three times during the narration, and Captain Trimblett shook his head at him.

      "True or not," said the latter, after Mrs. Chinnery had left the room, "it doesn't matter. It isn't worth while explaining when explanations are not asked for."

      "Do you think she knows?" inquired Mr. Truefitt, with bated voice.

      "She knows something," replied the captain. "I believe she knows all about it, else she wouldn't keep so quiet. Why not tell her straight out? Tell her when she comes in, and get it over. She's got to know some day."

      "Poor Susan!" said Mr. Truefitt, with feeling. "I'm afraid she'll feel it. It's not nice to have to leave home to make room for somebody else. And she won't stay in it with another woman, I'm certain."

      "Here she comes," said the captain, getting up. "I'll go out for a little stroll, and when I come back I shall expect to find you've made a clean breast of it."

      Mr. Truefitt put out a hand as though to detain him, and then, thinking better of it, nodded at him with an air of great resolution, and puffed furiously at his pipe. Under cover of clouds of smoke he prepared for the encounter.

      Closing the door gently behind him, the captain, after a moment's indecision, drifted down the road. A shower of rain had brought out sweet odours from the hedgerow opposite, and a touch of salt freshened the breeze that blew up the river. Most of the inhabitants of the Vale were in bed, and the wet road was lonely under the stars. He walked as far as a little bridge spanning a brook that ran into the river, and seating himself on the low parapet smoked thoughtfully. His mind went back to his own marriage many years before, and to his children, whom he had placed, on his wife's death, with a second cousin in London. An unusual feeling of loneliness possessed him. He smoked a second pipe and then, knocking the ashes out on the bridge, walked slowly homeward.

      Mr. Truefitt, who was sitting alone, looked up as he entered and smiled vaguely.

      "All right?" queried the captain, closing the door and crossing to a chair.

      "Right as ninepence," said Mr. Truefitt. "I've been worrying myself all this time for nothing. Judging by her manner, she seemed to think it was the most natural and proper thing in the world."

      "So it is," said the captain, warmly.

      "She talked about it as calmly as though she had a brother married every week," continued Mr. Truefitt. "I don't suppose she has quite realized it yet."

      "I don't know that I have," said the captain. "This has been the only home I've had for the last ten years; and I feel leaving it, what must it be for her?"

      Mr. Truefitt shook his head.

      "I'm beginning to feel old," said the captain, "old and lonely. Changes like this bring it home to one."

      He took out his pouch, and shaking his head solemnly began to fill his pipe again.

      "You ought to follow my example," said Mr. Truefitt, eagerly.

      "Too old," said the captain.

      "Nonsense!" said the other. "And the older you get, the lonelier you'll feel. Mind that!"

      "I shall go and live with my boys and girls when I leave the sea," said the captain.

      "They'll probably be married themselves by that time," said his comforter.

      He rose, and, going to an old corner cupboard, took out a bottle of whiskey and a couple of glasses and put them on the table. The captain, helping himself liberally, emptied his glass to Miss Willett.

      "She's coming to tea on Friday, with her mother," said Mr. Truefitt.

      Captain Trimblett took some more whiskey and solemnly toasted Mrs. Willett. He put his glass down, and lighting his pipe, which had gone out, beamed over at his friend.

      "Are there any more in the family?" he inquired.

      "There's an uncle," said Mr. Truefitt, slowly, "and–"

      "One at a time," said the captain, stopping him with one hand raised, while he helped himself to some more whiskey with the other. "The uncle!"

      He drank the third glass slowly, and, sinking back in his chair, turned to his friend with a countenance somewhat flushed and wreathed in smiles.

      "Who else?" he inquired.

      "No more to-night," said Mr. Truefitt, firmly, as he got up and put the bottle back in the cupboard. He came back slowly, and, resuming his seat, gazed in a meditative fashion at his friend.

      "Talking about your loneliness—" he began.

      "My loneliness?" repeated the captain, staring at "You were talking about feeling lonely," Mr. Truett reminded him.

      He proceeded with almost equal care to assist her mother

      "So I was," said the captain. "So I was. You're quite right; but it's all gone now. It's wonderful what a little whiskey will do."

      "Wonderful what a lot will do," said Mr. Truefitt, with sudden asperity. "You were talking about your loneliness, and I was advising you to get married."

      "So you were," said the captain, nodding at him. "Good-night."

      He went off to bed with a suddenness that was almost disconcerting. Thus deserted, Mr. Truefitt finished his whiskey and water and, his head full of plans for the betterment of everybody connected with him, blew out the lamp and went upstairs.

      Owing possibly to his efforts in this direction Captain Trimblett and Mrs. Chinnery scarcely saw him until Friday afternoon, when he drove up in a fly, and, after handing out Miss Willett with great tenderness, proceeded with almost equal care to assist her mother. The latter, a fragile little old lady, was at once conducted to a chair and, having been comfortably seated was introduced to Mrs. Chinnery.

      "It's a long way," she said, as her daughter divested her of her bonnet and shawl, "but Cissie would insist on my coming, and I suppose, after all, it's only right I should."

      "Of course, mother," said Miss Willett, hurriedly.

      "Right is right," continued the old lady, "after all is said and done. And I'm sure Mr. Truefitt has been to ours often enough."

      Mr. Truefitt coughed, and the captain—a loyal friend—assisted him.

      "Night after night," said the old lady, during a brief interval.

      Mr. Truefitt, still coughing slightly, began to place chairs at a table on which,