So when Jenny Pardoe took Nicky White I dare say I was the only party in Little Silver that didn’t raise an upstore and cackle about it, because to the common mind it was a proper shock, while to me, in my far-seeing way, I knew that, just because it was the last thing on earth you might have thought Jenny would do, it might be looked for pretty confident.  She could have had the pick of the basket, for there was a good few snug men took by her nice figure and blue eyes and fine plucky nature; but no:  she turned ’em all down and fell in love with Nicky White, or ‘Spider,’ as the man was called by all that knew him, that being the only possible name for the creature.

Under-sized, excitable and small-minded was ‘Spider.’  He had breadth and strength of body, but no more intellects than please God he wanted.  He was so black as if he’d been soaked in a peat bog—­black hair, black eyes, black moustache and black beard.  A short, noisy man with long arms and hair so thick as soot on ’em.  He owned Beech Cot on Merripit Hill when his mother died, and there he took Jenny after they was wed; and the people called ’em Beauty and the Beast.

Not that there was anything right-down beastly about Nicky but his spidery appearance.  He would be kind to childer and never picked a quarrel with nobody—­too cowardly for that; but he was ugly as they make ’em and a sulky fashion of man.  He had a silly, sensitive nature and a suspicious bent of mind.  Such a man, with a wife as pretty as a June morning, was like to put a bit of a strain upon her; and he did, no doubt; for Nicky found himself cruel jealous of mankind in general where Jenny was concerned, and though there weren’t no shadow of reason for it, he kept her mighty close and didn’t like to think of her gossiping with the neighbours when he was away to work.  At first she was rather pleased with this side of her husband, thinking jealousy a good advertisement, because it showed how properly he loved her; and there’s no doubt no ugly little man ever had a more faithful and adoring wife.  She thought the world of him and always said he was wonderful clever and much undervalued and good for far more important work and bigger money than ever he’d reached to.  But that was her love blinding the woman, because in truth Spider had terrible poor thinking parts, and to cut peat, or cut fern, or lend a hand with a dry-built wall, or such-like heavy work was pretty much all as he could be trusted to do.  And none the worse for that, of course.  There’s lots of work for good fools in the world; and there’s lots of good fools to do it, if only the knaves would let ’em alone.

Well, all went proper enough with the Whites till Solomon Chuff came to Vitifer Mine as foreman, and he got to know ’em, and Jenny liked the man because he put her in mind of her dead father.  He was ten years older than Spider—­a big, handsome, clever chap with no vices in him; but there’s no doubt he did like Jenny and found her suit him amazing well; and such was his innocence of all evil that once or twice he offered Spider a chance to growl.  Once, for example, he over-got Jenny in the road by night and gave her a lift home in his trap.  An innocent deed in all conscience, but Nicky didn’t think so; for jealousy working in a silly man soon unseats his wits.