"Oh, go 'long! with your shawls and your pins! You wait another month and Ay'll be kicking may heels about on the quay free from all these old women's shawls and dressing-gowns and things. Now, you go and call the young man up."
And Valmai went and soon returned, bringing Cardo with her.
"Well, Mr. Gwyn, and how are you? Very glad to see you, sir, under may roof. Hope you slept well, and that the lil gel has given you a good breakfast."
"Oh, first rate, sir," said Cardo, shaking hands and taking the chair which Valmai placed for him beside the bed.
"Well, now, here's a quandary, the Burrawalla is in! but it's an ill wind that blows nobody any good, and since you must be delayed, Ay'm very glad it has landed you here."
"The delay is of no consequence to me; and it's a wind I shall bless all my life."
"Well, Ay don't know what Captain Owen would say to that nor the owners nayther. They wouldn't join in your blessings, I expect."
Cardo felt he had made a mistake, and looked at Valmai for inspiration.
"Mr. Wynne was rather hurried away, uncle, so he was not sorry to come back."
Cardo nodded his thanks to Valmai, and the captain and he were soon chatting unconstrainedly, and when at last Cardo accepted a cigar from a silver case which the captain drew from under his pillow, his conquest of the old man's heart was complete.