"With all my heart, Mr Vanslyperken, but none of your attacks on my vartue; recollect I am an honest woman."
"Don't be afraid, my good Moggy--I never hurt a child."
"I don't think you ever did," retorted Moggy, following Vanslyperken, who could hardly keep his feet.
"Well, there's Abacadabra there, anyhow," observed Coble to Short, as they went down.
"Why she turns him round her finger."
"Yes," quoth Short.
"I can't comprehend this not no how."
"No," quoth Short.
As soon as they were in the cabin, Moggy observed the bottle of scheedam on the table. "Come, Mr Vanslyperken, you'll treat me to-night, and drink my health again, won't you?"
"Yes, Moggy, yes--we're friends now, you know;" for Vanslyperken, like all others suffering under the stings of conscience, was glad to make friends with his bitterest enemy.