“I’m so sorry,” she said “Does it smart?”
“A little,” said the mate; “don’t you trouble about me.”
“You see what you get for behaving badly,” said Miss Alsen judicially.
“It’s worth it,” said the mate, brightening.
“I’m afraid it’ll blister,” said she. She crossed over to him, and putting her head on one side, eyed the traces wisely. “Three marks,” she said.
“I only had one,” suggested the mate.
“One what?” enquired Hetty.
“Those,” said the mate.
In full view of the horrified skipper, who was cautiously peeping at the supposed lunatic through the skylight, he kissed her again.
“You can go away, Ben,” said the skipper huskily to the expert. “D’ye hear, you can go away, and not a word about this, mind.”