med Mrs. Chinnery. "Peter!"

She put down her cup and laughed--a laugh so free from disquietude that
Mr. Truefitt groaned in spirit.

"He'll go off one of these days." said the captain with affected
joviality. "You see if he don't."

Mrs. Chinnery laughed again. "He's a born bachelor," she declared. "Why,
he'd sooner walk a mile out of his way any day than meet a woman. He's
been like it ever since he was a boy. When I was a girl and brought
friends of mine home to tea, Peter would sit like a stuffed dummy and
never say a word."

"I've known older bachelors than him to get married," said the captain.
"I've known 'em down with it as sudden as heart disease. In a way, it is
heart disease, I suppose."

"Peter's heart's all right," said Mrs. Chinnery.

"He might drop down any moment," declared the captain.

Mr. Truefitt, painfully conscious of their regards, passed his cup
up for some more tea and made a noble effort to appear amused, as the
captain cited instance after instance of confirmed bachelors being led
to the altar.

"I broke the ice for you to-day," he said, as they sat after tea in the
little summer-house at the bottom of the garden, smoking.

Mr. Truefitt's gaze wandered across the river. "Yes," he said, slowly,
"yes."

"I was surprised at myself," said the captain.

"I was surprised at you," said Mr. Truefitt, with some energy. "So far
as I can see, you made it worse."

The captain started. "I did it for the best, my lad," he said,
reproachfully. "She has got to know some day. You can't be made late by
cornets and bagpipes every day."

Mr. Truefitt rumpled his short gray hair. "You see, I promised her," he
said, suddenly.

"I know," said the captain, nodding. "And now you've promised Miss
Willett."

"When they brought him home dead," said Mr. Truefitt, blowing out a
cloud of smoke, "she was just twenty-five. Pretty she was then, cap'n,
as pretty a maid as you'd wish to see. As long as I live, Susanna, and
have a home, you shall share it'; that's what I said to her."

The captain nodded again.

"And she's kept house for me for twenty-five years," continued Mr.
Truefitt; "and the surprising thing to me is the way the years have
gone. I didn't realize it until I found an old photograph of hers the
other day taken when she was twenty. Men don't change much."

The captain looked at him--at the close-clipped gray whiskers, the
bluish lips, and the wrinkles round the eyes. "No," he said, stoutl