Davy had lifted his pipe hand to give emphasis to the protest on his lips, when he stopped and laughed, and said, “Amazing thick, eh?”
“Why not,” said Lovibond? “Who wouldn’t be with a sweet woman like that? If the fool that’s left her doesn’t know her worth, so much the better for somebody else.”
“Then you’re for making it up there?” said Davy, clearing his throat.
“It’ll not be my fault if I don’t,” said Lovibond. “I’m not one of the wise asses that talk big about God’s law and man’s law; and if I were, man’s law has tied this sweet little woman to a brute, and God’s law draws her to me—that’s all.”
“And she’s willing, eh?” said Davy.
“Give her time, Capt’n,” said Lovibond.
“But didn’t you say she was loving this—this brute of a husband?” said Davy.
“Time, Capt’n, time,” said Lovibond. “That will mend with time.”
“And, manewhile, she’s tellin’ you all her secrets.”
“I leave you to judge, Capt’n.”