"I ain't," retorted old Watchett; "I'm a seaman, and him that'd go to sea for sport would go to Davy Jones for pastime. You can tell Bill that I'll give him ten per cent. discount for cash now."
As Mrs. Ryder knew that he never called her husband "Bill" unless he desired to be more or less offensive, she showed unmistakable signs of temper.
"If I ever get half a chance to make you sorry, I will," she said.
"Let it go at that," said Watchett, sulkily. "I got on all right with Bill before you took to going to sea with him."
"He was too soft with you," said Bill's wife.
"And a deal softer with you than I'd be," said Watchett.
"Oh, please, please don't," cried Mary Watchett, in great distress.
"I thought you were a gentleman," said Connie Ryder.
"'I THOUGHT YOU WERE A GENTLEMAN,' SAID CONNIE RYDER."