‘Haven’t any ever happened before?’ Milly asked.

’This is the most pleasant thing that has happened to me in ever so many years,’ he replied.  ’I feel like the man in the Bible, “It’s good for me to be here.”  Generally, I don’t feel that it’s good for me to be anywhere in particular.’  Then, as one begging a favour.  ’You’ll let me come home with you—­in the same boat, I mean?  I’d take you back in this thing of mine, and that would save you packing your trunks, but she’s too lively for spring work across the Bay.’

We booked our berths, and when the time came, he wafted us and ours aboard the Southampton mail-boat with the pomp of plenipotentiaries and the precision of the Navy.  Then he dismissed his yacht, and became an inconspicuous passenger in a cabin opposite to mine, on the port side.

We ran at once into early British spring weather, followed by sou’west gales.  Mrs. Godfrey, Milly, and the nurses disappeared.  Attley stood it out, visibly yellowing, till the next meal, and followed suit, and Shend and I had the little table all to ourselves.  I found him even more attractive when the women were away.  The natural sweetness of the man, his voice, and bearing all fascinated me, and his knowledge of practical seamanship (he held an extra master’s certificate) was a real joy.  We sat long in the empty saloon and longer in the smoking-room, making dashes downstairs over slippery decks at the eleventh hour.

It was on Friday night, just as I was going to bed, that he came into my cabin, after cleaning his teeth, which he did half a dozen times a day.

‘I say,’ he began hurriedly, ’do you mind if I come in here for a little?  I’m a bit edgy.’  I must have shown surprise.  ’I’m ever so much better about liquor than I used to be, but—­it’s the whisky in the suitcase that throws me.  For God’s sake, old man, don’t go back on me to-night!  Look at my hands!’

They were fairly jumping at the wrists.  He sat down on a trunk that had slid out with the roll.  We had reduced speed, and were surging in confused seas that pounded on the black port-glasses.  The night promised to be a pleasant one!

‘You understand, of course, don’t you?’ he chattered.

‘Oh yes,’ I said cheerily; ‘but how about—­’

’No, no; on no account the doctor.  ’Tell a doctor, tell the whole ship.  Besides, I’ve only got a touch of ’em.  You’d never have guessed it, would you?  The tooth-wash does the trick.  I’ll give you the prescription.’

I’ll send a note to the doctor for a prescription, shall I?’ I suggested.

’Right!  I put myself unreservedly in your hands.  ’Fact is, I always did.  I said to myself—­’sure I don’t bore you?—­the minute I saw you, I said, “Thou art the man."’ He repeated the phrase as he picked at his knees.  ’All the same, you can take it from me that the ewe-lamb business is a rotten bad one.  I don’t care how unfaithful the shepherd may be.  Drunk or sober, ‘tisn’t cricket.’