“I’d have you know, Captain Clancy, I don’t swear.”
“Swear? You, Miss Luce? Dear me, whatever made you think I thought that? But let’s 294 have another taste of wine. But of course you didn’t encourage Dave to stay ashore here?”
“Him?––I guess not. When he said he didn’t care if he never came back, I told him I was sure I didn’t––and out he went.”
“O woman, gentle woman,” murmured Clancy in his glass, “especially real ladies. But Dave never did know how to talk to a lady.”
“I should say he didn’t.”
“No, not Dave. And so his money gone he’s–––”
“Money? Why, he never had any money.”
“Well, that’s bad. Not even enough to open a bottle of wine to drink a lady’s health?”
“Bottle of wine? No, nor a thimbleful of tuppenny ale.”
“That was bad, Miss Luce. Dave ought’ve come better heeled–––