“You needn’t. Nothing in life is worth a lie.”

“That may be, or not be. But it was just this way. I met an old friend as I was on my way to the boat, and he was poor, and hungry, and thirsty, and I be to take him to the ‘public,’ and give him a bite and a sup. Then the whiskey set us talking of old times and old acquaintances, and I clean forgot the fishing; and the boats went away without me. And that is all there is to it.”

“Far too much! Far too much! A nice lad you will be to trust to in a big ship full of men and women and children! A glass of whiskey, and a crack in the public house, set before your promised word and your duty! How will I trust Christina to you? When you make Andrew Binnie a promise, he expects you to keep it. Don’t forget that! It may be of some consequence to you if you are wanting his sister for a wife.”

With these words Andrew rose, went into his own room without a word of good-night, and with considerable show of annoyance, closed and bolted the door behind him. Jamie sat down by Christina, and waited for her to speak.

But it was not easy for her to do so. Try as she would, she could not show him the love she really felt. She was troubled at his neglect of duty, and so sorry that he, of all others, should have been the one to cast the first shadow across the bright future which she had been anticipating before his ill-timed arrival. It was love out of time and season, and lacked the savour and spontaneity which are the result of proper conditions. Jamie felt the unhappy atmosphere, and was offended.

“I’m not wanted here, it seems,” he said in a tone of injury.

“You are wanted in the boat, Jamie; that is where the fault lies. You should have been there. There is no outgait from that fact.”

“Well then, I have said I was sorry. Is not that enough?”

“For me, yes. But Andrew likes a man to be prompt and sure in business. It is the only way to make money.”

“Make money! I can make money among Andrew Binnie’s feet, for all he thinks so much of himself. A friend’s claims are before money-making. I’ll stand to that, till all the seas go dry.”