“She got tired of it at last, but by that time I was so done up I couldn’t say a word.  I just dropped on to a box and sat there getting my breath back while the skipper forgave ’is wife for ’er unjust suspicions of ’im—­but told ’er not to do it agin—­and the office-boy was saying I’d surprised even ’im.  The last I saw of the lady-friend, the two lightermen was helping ’er to walk to the gate, and the two sailormen was follering ’er up behind, carrying ’er pocket-’ankercher and upberella.”