“I shall go back by train,” said Mrs. Bunnett. “It’s a shame, having my holiday spoilt like this.”
“It’s one o’ them things what can’t be helped,” said her husband piously.
“You’d better give me a little money,” continued his wife. “I shall get lodgings in the town for a day or two, till I see how things are going.”
“It ’ud be better for you to get straight back home,” said the skipper.
“Nonsense,” said his wife sharply. “Suppose you take it yourself, I should have to be here to see you were looked after. I’m sure Mrs. Fillson isn’t going home.”
Mrs. Fillson, holding out her hand to Mr. Fillson, said she was sure she wasn’t.
“It ’ud be a load off our minds if you did go,” said the mate, speaking for both.
“Well, we’re not going for a day or two at any-rate,” said Mrs. Bunnett, glancing almost amiably at Mrs. Fillson.
In face of this declaration, and in view of the persistent demands of the ladies, both men, with a very ill grace furnished them with some money.
“Don’t say a word about it ashore, mind,” said the mate, avoiding his chief’s indignant gaze.