married in any name they like, and it stands good. Look at your watch
again, Mr. Stone. The church is in the next street. By my calculation,
you have just got five minutes to decide. I'm a punctual woman, my
little dears; and I will be back to the moment."

She opened the door, paused, and returned to the room.

"I ought to have mentioned," she resumed, "that I shall make you a
present of the bill, receipted, on the conclusion of the ceremony. You
will be taken to the ship in my own boat, with all your money in your
pockets, and a hamper of good things for the mess. After that I wash my
hands of you. You may go to the devil your own way."

With this parting benediction, she left them.

Caught in the landlady's trap, the two victims looked at each other in
expressive silence. Without time enough to take legal advice; without
friends on shore; without any claim on officers of their own standing in
the ship, the prospect before them was literally limited to Marriage or
Ruin. Stone made a proposal worthy of a hero.

"One of us must marry her," he said; "I'm ready to toss up for it."

Cosway matched him in generosity. "No," he answered. "It was I who
brought you here; and I who led you into these infernal expenses. I
ought to pay the penalty--and I will."

Before Stone could remonstrate, the five minutes expired. Punctual Mrs.
Pounce appeared again in the doorway.

"Well?" she inquired, "which is it to be--Cosway, or Stone?"

Cosway advanced as reckless as ever, and offered his arm.

"Now then, Fatsides," he said, "come and be married!"

In five-and-twenty minutes more, Mrs. Pounce had become Mrs. Cosway; and
the two officers were on their way to the ship.

_The Second Epoch in Mr. Cosway's Life._

Four years elapsed before the _Albicore_ returned to the port from which
she had sailed.

In that interval, the death of Cosway's parents had taken place. The
lawyer who had managed his affairs, during his absence from England,
wrote to inform him that his inheritance from his late father's "estate"
was eight hundred a year. His mother only possessed a life interest in
her fortune; she had left her jewels to her son, and that was all.

Cosway's experience of the life of a naval officer on foreign stations
(without political influence to hasten his promotion) had thoroughly
disappointed him. He decided on retiring from the service when the ship
was "paid off." In the meantime, to the astonishment of his comrades,