Dick bowed again and Anny smiled as she watched him out of the yard.
“Oh!” she said to herself, “he’s a mighty pleasing gentleman, very fine to look upon, very bravely spoken, and I’ll bless his ship for him gladly, but you can’t love two lads at once.”
Dick went off down the road toward the sea, deep in thought. He had not gone very far before he was overtaken by Blueneck, who was just back from Tiptree. They fell into that easy kind of conversation which often takes place between master and his confidential inferior.
“We’re renaming the brig to Anny on the evening of Wednesday,” remarked Dick, as they went along.
Blueneck looked at his captain and opened his mouth to protest, but thought better of it and held his peace.
“What think you, Blueneck, the wench will have naught to do with me!” went on Delfazio.
The other man looked at him disbelievingly and laughed.
“Marry, ’tis so,” Dick said, laughing. “Faith, she sends back my presents and scorns my kisses.”
Blueneck looked down at his master in surprise, then he shrugged his shoulders.
“You will not trouble with the lass further, sir, surely?” he said.