Davy caught his breath. “Lord-a-massy me!” said he. “I’d clane forgotten.”
“So had I,” said Nelly, with alarm.
“I was to have started back for Cajlao by the Belfast packet.”
“And I was to have gone home by carriage.”
“If you plaze, Capt’n,” said Willie Quarrie, coming up. “I’ve been looking for you high and low—the pacquet’s gone.”
Davy drew a long breath of relief. “Good luck to her,” said he, with a shout.
“And, if you plaze,” said Willie, “Mr. Lovibond is gone with her.”
“Good luck to him,” said Davy.
“And Miss Crows has gone, too,” said Willie.
“Good luck to her as well,” said Davy; and Nelly whispered at his side, “There—what did I tell you?”