Mrs. Poskett handed him the coin. "Here, and thank you."
"Thank you, mum."
Sir Peter appeared at the door. Unfortunately he caught sight of Mrs. Poskett. He retreated, half-closed the door, and only showed his head through the opening.
"Jim!" he cried.
"Ay, ay, sir!"
"Haul it down yourself."
Mrs. Poskett gave a cry of disappointment. Had she spent ten shillings in vain?
But Jim was equal to the occasion. His voice was a beautiful blend of pathos and wounded dignity. "No, Admiral. Not after what passed your lips."
"Damme! I can't leave it hoisted all night!" roared the Admiral.
"That's as mebbe," said Jim, beginning to stump off. "Even the lubberly son of a sea-cook 'as 'is feelin's, same as them wot's 'igher placed." And he stumped round the corner.