“They must meet. Of course they’ll fight like cat and dog, but better that than this separation. Time leaves bigger scars than claws ever made. Now, couldn’t we bring them together?”
“Just what I was thinking,” said Lovibond.
“I’m sure he must be a dear, simple soul, though I’ve never set eyes on him,” said Jenny.
“And I’m certain she must be as sweet as an angel, though I’ve never seen her,” said Lovibond.
Jenny shot a jealous glance at her companion, then cracked two fingers and said eagerly, “There you are—there’s the idea in a cockle-shell. Now if each could see the other through other eyes!”
“The very thing!” said Lovibond.
“Then why don’t you give me your arm at once, and let me think me over?” said Jenny. In less than an hour these two wise heads had devised a scheme to bring Capt’n Davy and his bride together. What that scheme was and how it worked let those who read discover.
CHAPTER III.
Six days passed as with feet of lead, and Capt’n Davy and Mrs. Quiggin were still in Douglas. They could not tear themselves away. Morning and night the good souls were seized by a morbid curiosity about their servants’ sweethearts. “Seen Peggy lately?” Capt’n Davy would say. “I suppose you’ve not come across Willie Quarrie lately?” Mrs. Quiggin would ask. Thus did they squeeze to the driest pulp every opportunity of hearing anything of each other.