“I don't wish her no 'arm,” ses the skipper, arter thinking for a long time. “Was that the fust letter you 'ad from 'er, Bill?”
“Fust and last,” I ses, grinding my teeth.
“I've been married longer than wot you have,” I ses, “and I tell you one thing. It won't make no difference to us whether they do or they don't,” I ses.
And it didn't.
[THE VIGIL]
I'm the happiest man in the world,” said Mr. Farrer, in accents of dreamy tenderness.
Miss Ward sighed. “Wait till father comes in,” she said.
Mr. Farrer peered through the plants which formed a welcome screen to the window and listened with some uneasiness. He was waiting for the firm, springy step that should herald the approach of ex-Sergeant-Major Ward. A squeeze of Miss Ward's hand renewed his courage.
“Perhaps I had better light the lamp,” said the girl, after a long pause. “I wonder where mother's got to?”