“Depend upon it, I did not leave them after they had crawled out to the beach.  The fellow was, as you may suppose, as savage as a bull, and very saucy, so I took off my jacket that I might not dirty myself, and gave him a couple of black eyes and a bloody nose for his trouble; and as for Peggy, I pretended to be so sorry for her, and condoled with her so much, that at last she flew at me like a tigress—­and as I knew that there was no honor, and plenty of mud, to be gained by the conflict, I took to my heels and ran off to the fair, where I met some of my friends and told them what had happened, and then we had a very merry day of it, and I felt quite cured of my love; for, you see, Peggy looked so ugly and miserable when she was in the state I left her, that I had only to think of her as when I last saw her, and all my love was gone.”

“Did you ever meet her again?”

“I met her that very night; for, you see, she had gone to a cottage and taken off her clothes, having insisted upon her fancy man going back to Portsmouth to fetch her others to go home in.  He dared not refuse, so off he went in the pickle that he was.  But he didn’t come back again, for, you see, there was a warrant out against him for an affray at Bear Haven, in which a King’s officer was killed; and after he had changed his own clothes, and was proceeding to get some for her from the Chequers, he was met by the constable who had the warrant, and carried off handcuffed to jail, and afterward he was transported—­so she never saw him again.  Well, Peggy, poor creature, had been waiting for him for hours, expecting his return; and it was past ten o’clock when I was coming down with some others, and saw her at the door of the cottage weeping.

“‘Good-night, Peggy,’ says I.

“’Oh, Philip, do be kind, do come to me; I’m frightened out of my life.  I shall have to stay here all night.’

“So, you see, I did feel some little pity for her, and I went up to her, and she told me how she had sent him, and he had never come back again.

“‘The fact is,’ says I, ’Peggy, you aren’t smart enough for such a Frenchified chap as he is.  He don’t like to be seen in your company.  Come, get up, and I will see you home, at all events;’ so I took charge of her, and saw her safe to her father’s door.

“‘Won’t you come in?’ said she.

“‘No, thank you,’ says I.

“‘Won’t you forgive me, Philip?’ said she.

“’Yes,” says I, ‘I’ll forgive you, for old acquaintance’ sake, and for one more reason.’

“‘What’s that?’ says Peggy.

“‘Why,’ says I, ’for the lesson which you’ve learned me.  I’ve been made a fool of once, and it’s your fault; but if ever a woman makes a fool of me again, why, then it’s mine.  And so, Peggy, good-by forever.’

“So I turned away on my heel, and as I left the transport the next trip, I never saw her again.”

“Well, Bramble,” replied I, “I agree with you; and if ever a woman makes a fool of me again, it will be my fault.  You know what’s happened, so I don’t mind saying so.”